The five Pig - Kings each possessed level - seven prowess. Although they were marginally inferior to Glen at this moment, they were more than capable of posing a formidable threat.


    "The werewolf who dares to affront our king! It shall be your supreme privilege to meet your end at our united hands!!!"


    A Pig - King, grasping a colossal mace, abruptly hoisted the weapon and brought it crashing down upon the ground with great force!


    The squalid, ruined town seemed to reverberate from the impact, with the ground shattering into innumerable chunks that soared into the air.


    Glen felt his body suddenly lose its equilibrium, and for an instant, he was disoriented, unable to distinguish between up and down, left and right.


    Before he could react, a peculiar, frigid gust of wind spewed forth from the maw of a one - eyed Pig - King, sweeping across Glen''s form.


    This cold blast seemed to penetrate his flesh and blood, course through his veins, permeate his internal organs, and even pass through his cerebrum.


    In an instant, Glen lost command of his body, as if the connections between his neurons had been severed.


    Seizing this opportune moment, the remaining Pig - Kings, who had yet to engage, unceremoniously shoved aside the obstructive Pig - Leaders and Pig - Generals.


    Each of their uniquely potent offensive maneuvers was simultaneously launched towards Glen, ensconced within the billowing black smoke!


    Yet, these attacks inexplicably missed their mark.


    "This... this is impossible!!"


    The Pig - King that had just expelled the strange cold wind widened its porcine eyes in utter disbelief.


    As the originator of that controlling cold wind, it could distinctly sense that the gust had merely lingered within the werewolf''s body for a fleeting moment before being forcibly ejected by a fearsome will.


    This was the most powerful controlling technique bestowed upon it by the Pig - King, of which it was justifiably proud, yet now it seemed utterly ineffectual!


    "What a remarkable gust of wind. It even lulled me into a brief slumber," the voice of the loathsome werewolf emanated from the black smoke. Although the Pig - Kings could not comprehend the words, they could discern from the tone that it was a blatant provocation.


    "The Pig - King is enraged! The consequences shall be dire!"


    The Pig - King that had exhaled the cold wind was consumed by unbridled fury. It abruptly thrust its hand into its mouth and yanked out a bone - whip, caked with filth, then let out a roar and charged headlong into the black smoke.


    One of the slightly more astute Pig - Kings attempted to halt it, but it was already too late.


    Within the dense black smoke, several strange flickers of firelight flashed, immediately followed by the classic pig - like screech.


    Boom!


    A body, charred on the exterior and tender within, hurtled out of the black smoke and crashed resoundingly into the distant castle of the Pig - men.


    The aroma of roasted pork pervaded the air, overpowering in its intensity.


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    Scarcely had the battle commenced when they had already lost one Pig - King!


    The Pig - King was driven to complete frenzy. It recklessly issued an offensive command to all the Pig - men who could directly receive its directives.


    An even more intense conflagration of battle ensued.


    The deafening sounds of battle, capable of shattering eardrums, resounded without cessation.


    These Pig - men, whether they were the common Pig - man soldiers or the mightiest Pig - Kings, who were as gods in this place, had never experienced such a desperate and harrowing battle.


    All of this was wrought by a single werewolf of unknown provenance.


    Werewolves were not supposed to be insignificant and malevolent creatures? How could a randomly encountered one be so fearsome! Had the average strength of the continent ascended to such heights? Then how could I possibly launch an invasion! How could I establish the most powerful Pig - man kingdom across the entire continent! … The Pig - King''s mind was in turmoil, and its hitherto unquenchable ambition had suffered a grievous blow.


    "The Pig - men... shall not be vanquished! The Pig - men shall... dominate the continent!"


    Lying upon the blood - soaked ruins, the last Pig - King had only its head attached to a lengthy spinal column. Its throat still quivered as it doggedly fulfilled its final duty.


    "Then you may continue to dream," Glen unceremoniously swiped his claw, shattering the Pig - King''s cranium.


    Now, within this Pig - man kingdom, save for the yet - unseen Pig - King, there was none with a combat prowess exceeding that of a Pig - man soldier. All had perished beneath Glen''s claws.


    He, exuding a palpable aura of lethality, made his way towards the lofty castle - palace.


    After dealing with this, he would eliminate the remaining Pig - men one by one.


    He had initially anticipated an ordinary sojourn, yet he had unexpectedly stumbled upon a place that filled him with such revulsion.


    A group of repulsive beings, employing the most heinous means to subjugate another race, treating life with utter disregard.


    From observing the words and deeds of these Pig - men, he could surmise what a depraved and detestable race they were.


    Although he was not astonished that such a place could exist in this world, now that he had witnessed it, the Pig - men here could only consider themselves unfortunate.


    After all, Glen was a being of great power and unwavering dominance.


    He simply desired the obliteration of this place that had incurred his disfavor, regardless of the thoughts of the victims.


    It mattered not why this place existed, why these Pig - men behaved as they did, or what had transpired here in the past.


    Just as the adage from his previous life went—To destroy you, what concern is it of yours.


    "Who are you!!!? Why are you doing this!!!? I understand! Those despicable humans dispatched you, did they!!!? How did they discover that I yet live!!!"


    The voice of the Pig - King was fraught with madness, in the language exclusive to Pig - men.


    Yet, Glen comprehended it, presumably due to some arcane magic.


    "Cease your conjectures. I was not sent by any faction. I merely felt inclined to cause some destruction," Glen emitted a peculiar lupine laugh, characteristic only of a werewolf, his visage contorted in a fearsome grimace.


    "Cause destruction!!!? Why here!!!? No!!! I reject your answer!!! I reject it!!!"


    This response evidently incited the Pig - King to even greater rage and madness.


    This contrived and unforeseen calamity was even more difficult for the Pig - King to countenance than being deliberately targeted.


    It had been ambitiously expanding its power, envisioning an unprecedented invasion of the continent, only to have its dreams crushed by a passing, idle powerhouse.


    Even in the depths of hell, its unquenchable resentment would resound ceaselessly!


    The Pig - King, its mind already in a state of derangement, failed to notice that Glen had pushed open the gates of the palace hall.


    The Pig - King was an ordinary Pig - man, crowned with a regal diadem, clutching the scepter of an ancient human king, and clad in a royal robe that strained against its corpulent form.


    It was even less robust than the Pig - men Glen had encountered in the town.


    However, Glen, with his acute perception of magic, knew that the Pig - man before him was a bona - fide level - six dark mage, infused with other strange and arcane powers.


    "Your Majesty the King, it is time to embark on your final journey," Glen intoned, his footsteps echoing through the cavernous hall.


    Originally, all the Pig - man ministers had been summoned by the king to engage in battle and had met their end at Glen''s hands.


    Upon hearing the voice, the Pig - King did not respond. It continued to mumble incoherently, its head in its hands.


    The blow it had suffered this day was too overwhelming for it to bear.


    Just as Glen raised his wolf - claw, poised to strike down the Pig - King, a pink tentacle suddenly sprouted from beneath, instantaneously dragging the Pig - King underground.


    How could Glen allow his quarry to escape? He immediately reached out and grasped, only to find the pulling force of the other party astonishing, dragging him down as well!