Werewolves moved on the rooftops, approaching the entrance to the tunnel nonchalantly.

Suddenly, there was a sharp whistle from underground, and the ghouls raised their heads and looked at the werewolves on the roof overhead, letting out a threatening roar.

The white-haired werewolf watched this scene and let out a roar.

The werewolves have acted, and in terms of individual strength, they are many times more powerful than these ordinary ghouls.

More than a dozen werewolves suddenly jumped off the roof, and then quickly jumped back, leaving behind more than a dozen fresh corpses of ghouls.

Seeing this, the ghouls roared even more frantically, and some even jumped against the wall, trying to climb to the roof and fight the werewolves to the death.

It's a pity that they are not as nimble as werewolves, and either hang on to them motionless, or fall from them.

Ghouls have rough skin and thick flesh, and they don't hurt much when they fall, but they are extremely embarrassed.

This group of ghouls was attracted by the mother of ghouls, so they all belong to the kind with low IQ and not too strong strength, and they are helpless against this group of cunning and powerful werewolves.

The rubble on Angela's body slipped little by little, and she slowly stretched out her hand and drew three arrows, two of which were sandwiched between her fingers as preparation, and one was placed on the bow and aimed at the sky obliquely.

In the sky, a crow hovered, its gaze locked on the white-haired werewolf.

The white-haired werewolf jumped off the roof and killed a ghoul and crawled back, feeling uncomfortable, and raised his head to howl at the crow in the sky.

The strength of the bow, the weight of the arrow, and the wind speed turned into a large amount of data and collided in Angela's mind, and finally, an arc appeared in Angela's eyes, locking the white-haired werewolf.

A distorted arc-shaped line suddenly appeared in the sky, which was very inconspicuous, and ordinary people couldn't notice it at all, even with the vision of a werewolf, they would ignore it if they didn't pay attention.

The white-haired werewolf was covered in cold hair, his pupils shrank sharply, and his body was sideways, and a blood line appeared on his chest.

A large amount of smoke accompanied by blood gushing, and the wound began to rot, with unbearable pain, causing the white-haired werewolf to howl.

Eventually, the arrow shattered the tiles, and the arrow's magic array of demonic blood exploded, breaking the shaft and lifting a cloud of white smoke that enveloped a radius of two yards.

One of the legs of the white-haired werewolf was covered by the white smoke, and his hair immediately began to wither, but fortunately he pulled out his leg in time, jumped to the side with his hands and feet, and then smashed the roof, and the whole werewolf fell.

Another arrow followed, but Angela had already prepared the second arrow after shooting the arrow, before it could hit the white-haired werewolf.

The moment the white-haired werewolf jumped away, she calculated the trajectory of the white-haired werewolf's movement and released the bowstring.

The second arrow flew through the hole in the roof that the white-haired werewolf had broken, and with a "grab" sound, it pierced the wooden table held high by the white-haired werewolf.

The white-haired werewolf was dizzy and staggered towards the corner of the wall, and then he heard the sound of the tiles above his head being shattered, and an arrow emitting white smoke fell from the sky and stuck in the floor in front of him, and a cloud of dust was shaken into the air, forming a circle.

Angela misjudged this time, she overestimated the white-haired werewolf's ability to resist poison, and also underestimated the power of the devil's blood, and the white-haired werewolf's action this time was not as fast as Angela imagined.

But fortunately, there was a mistake, and Angela gave the white-haired werewolf a fatal blow by mistake.

White smoke gushed out in front of the white-haired werewolf, and the white-haired werewolf's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't control his body after being poisoned, and staggered into it.

After another breath of deadly poison gas, the white-haired werewolf staggered forward as if drunk, and then slammed headlong into the crumbling window, falling all the way down.

With the physique of the white-haired werewolf, this fall was not heavy, but the real fatal thing was that he couldn't get up for the first time after falling, and then countless ghouls swarmed up.

Oh!

With a feeble howl, he was drowned by ghouls.

Several werewolves jumped down, struggling to grab the ghouls.

But soon, the mad ghouls pushed them to the roof again.

One of the werewolves ran a little slower, and was caught by a ghoul, hindering his journey, and then numerous ghouls jumped up and ripped him off the wall, keeping him company with the white-haired werewolf.

A thin ghoul was half squeezed out, and he crawled to the corner of the wall in despair, and then a broken arrow caught his attention, this time the broken arrow was emitting wisps of green smoke, and he leaned forward, inhaling hard, sniffing the arrow.

Then, he felt a trance in front of him, and a fluttering feeling hit his heart.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it on the flickering arrow, and the sensation intensified, and he staggered to the ground and began to vomit, his body convulsing until he stiffened and stopped moving.

A strong ghoul pushed the other companions away and struggled out of the center, clutching his stomach.

Ghouls generally don't attack werewolves, not because they don't eat werewolves, but because werewolves are too strong for them and don't have much meat.

But the strong ghoul never imagined that the werewolf's meat would be so unpalatable, like the sensation of pouring chili oil on a poop irritates its taste buds.

The strong ghoul vomited a few times, feeling all the strength of his body vomit out of his body with the vomiting, and his eyes began to feel dizzy.

There was more than one such case, and soon, the ghouls dispersed, leaving behind a torn white-haired werewolf and a dozen ghouls who had fallen to the ground after being poisoned.

After a while, the six ghouls were passed on, and they survived, not being poisoned, and staggered away, leaving behind either corpses or not far from becoming corpses.

Without a leader, the werewolves began to become confused, and because they were attracted by the essence of the demonic monsters, they refused to leave, but kept trying to get close to the tunnel entrance where the Mother of Ghouls was hiding.

However, without the dispatch of the white-haired werewolf, coupled with the werewolf's irritable nature and low patience, it soon lost its rhythm, causing several bloody battles, leaving behind hundreds of ghoul corpses and three werewolves torn to shreds.

The rest of the werewolves returned to the rooftop, licking their wounds, moving irritably back and forth, roaring downward.

Angela began to close her eyes and recuperate, knowing that the werewolves were no longer to worry.

On the horizon, a red glow began to appear.

This was a precursor to the dawn of the day, and after more than ten battles, the werewolves, who had consumed a lot of physical strength, began to calm down and retreated, and those ghouls began to hide in the house, or lift the manhole cover and jump into the sewer.

Soon, the area fell silent, leaving only corpses in the ground.

Angie stretched, packed her things, and quietly left the place, it was time for her to change places.