The night was as dark as ink, and the mottled moonlight penetrated the branches and leaves of the jungle and shone behind Michus. He walked carefully through the dense forest, recalling the werewolf attack just now with lingering fear. The terrifying roar and sharp claws made him decide to avoid the werewolf as much as possible and choose this seemingly endless jungle road.
The surroundings were filled with the howls of various beasts and the chirping of insects, but he could only hear his own heartbeat and nervous breathing. He was wary of every sound, every dark shadow. The fear hanging in his heart was like a sharp knife, stimulating his nerves. Although he knew that this was the reality he had to face, his heart was filled with helplessness and loneliness.
The dead branches and rotten leaves underfoot made a breaking sound, as if it was the mockery of death. Every step was like stepping into an unknown abyss. However, he knew he couldn't stop, he couldn't wait to die. Every breath he takes, every heartbeat he takes, is for survival.
Deep in the jungle behind, those terrifying werewolves may be approaching. But Misius did not dare to make any judgment. He just walked through the jungle as fast as possible. He has only one goal, and that is to escape from this dark forest and survive.
However, fate seemed not to let him go easily. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped down from the tree, accompanied by a fishy wind, and rushed towards Michus. In the darkness, he felt a pair of fierce eyes staring at him.
They suddenly burst out of the darkness, their green eyes shining with evil light in the night. They launched a fierce attack on Michus without warning.
However, Michus did not panic. He took a deep breath to calm down. Then, he closed his eyes and concentrated his power on every corner of his body. It is a pure force of light, as warm as the rising sun and as gentle as the summer breeze.
He opened his eyes, and there was a dazzling light in his eyes. Then, he raised the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed at the werewolf at the front. His fingers tensed, and the bowstring hummed under the full force of his draw.
"Go!" he said softly, and at the same time he released his fingers, and the arrow shot out like a shooting star.
The arrow hit the werewolf with a loud bang. Surprisingly, the werewolf did not fall, but was surrounded by a bright energy, which was a pure power of light. This energy emanates from Methius like a divine radiance, driving away darkness and evil.
Misius did not stop, he continued to shoot arrows, each shot accompanied by anger and firm belief in his heart. Those arrows were like precise flying knives, hitting their targets one by one, and every werewolf was enveloped by the pure power of light.
His counterattack was so violent that the surrounding air seemed to be ignited by the pure power of light. A blazing white light filled the air, lighting up the night and everyone's heart.
Then, he threw the bow and arrow in his hand to the ground, spread his hands, and a bright light rose from his body, like fragments of the sun burning in the dark night. That is a powerful force, a force that makes dark creatures unable to look directly.
Michus's eyes shone with determination, and he strode forward as if the God of Light was still alive. The power of light in his body burst out like a ray of light, completely illuminating the darkness. The werewolves were unable to resist his power and howled in pain.
He reached out and grasped the throat of the nearest werewolf with one hand. His fingers clenched tightly, and the werewolf was unable to move in his grasp. Michus frowned slightly, watching this life that he once regarded as a beast struggling in his hands.
The werewolves suddenly roared at the same time, as if celebrating the upcoming hunt. They rushed towards Michus at an alarming speed, their sharp claws making harsh cracks in the air. However, the moment they were about to touch Michus, things took a turn.
Michus closed his eyes and devoted himself to his power. A strong light surged through his body, pure and hot, like the light that had just fallen from the sun. This power spurted out from his body, instantly knocking back the werewolves around him. Their bodies were burned in the light, and some were even reduced to ashes by the pure power of light.
Michus's eyes opened, and the pupils shone with golden light, like the rising sun breaking through the darkness. He stood there as if the God of Light were still alive, majestic and solemn. He single-handedly resisted the entire werewolf attack, and the power of light erupted from his body like a frenzy of light, driving away all the darkness.
This is Michus's resistance, this is the explosion of pure light power within him. Not only did he resist the werewolf's attack, he also showed the world his inner strength. His counterattack was as fierce as a storm, and the power of light surged out like fire, defeating the werewolves one by one.
The repelled werewolves looked at Michus in horror. They were once known for their cunning and ferocity, but when faced with such a power of light, they had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Their eyes were full of fear and awe, awe of light and justice.
Under the starry night sky, Michus skillfully shuttles through the dark forest with the power of light as his guide. His appearance was like a shooting star, drawing a dazzling light path in the dark night, making it difficult for people to look directly. Despite this, he tried hard to hide his whereabouts from his pursuers.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked around nervously with his bright eyes. Not far away, a girl was besieged by a group of vampires. She looked helpless, like a trapped deer about to fall prey to a predator. Seeing this scene, Michus's eyes flashed with determination.
He rushed towards the group of vampires without hesitation, shouted loudly, and inspired strong light power. In an instant, the surroundings were filled with bright light, causing the vampires to scream in pain. They covered their eyes with their hands and temporarily lost control of the girl.
The girl looked at the sudden appearance of the hero in amazement, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration. Michus did not waste this opportunity. He quickly walked to the girl's side, held her hand tightly, and led her away quickly.
Behind him, the roars and roars of the vampires were getting farther and farther away, but Michus knew that this did not mean that they were safe. He continued to run forward with the girl until he was sure that he had escaped the pursuer, then he found a secluded place to stop.
