As the distance closed, the werewolf soldiers began to pick up speed, their eyes flashing with the excitement of hunting. They exchanged a look, and it was clear to each other that the target of this pursuit was those who were ahead.

They rushed forward like arrows of the wind, the sound of breaking the sky echoing through the silent night. The figures of Mu Yu and the others became clearer and clearer in the moonlight, and the eyes of the werewolf soldiers were also full of desire to hunt.

However, Mu Yu did not show the slightest fear. A little under his feet, his body flew backwards like an arrow, and at the same time, he waved his hand and drew a silver long whip, swinging it in the air, instantly condensing a series of afterimages.

The long whip was like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, and the tip of the whip trembled rapidly, instantly turning into several phantoms, enveloping the werewolf. Hearing only a few screams, several werewolves were caught by the long whip, and were instantly thrown backwards by a powerful force, slamming into the cliff wall, and for a while, the blood gushed out, and they couldn't live.

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the rest of the werewolves, but they did not flinch, but rushed towards Mu Yu even more frantically. The muscles on their bodies bulged out fiercely and powerfully, and several werewolves pounced at the same time, and the momentum was amazing.

Mu Yu's face was fearless, his body flickered like the wind, and every flicker brought an afterimage. At the same time, the long whip in his hand danced in the air as if it had life, sometimes like a silver dragon churning, sometimes like a spirit snake swinging its tail, and the whip shadow overlapped, pumping towards the rushing werewolf.

The sound of thumping was constantly ringing, each representing the fall of a werewolf. Despite their physical strength and razor-sharp minions, these werewolves were so vulnerable to Mu Yu's incredible attack power and unmatched speed.

In the end, when the last werewolf fell, Mu Yu gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, but the long whip in his hand seemed to be alive, automatically winding in a circle, trembling slightly in the night wind.

The leader of the werewolves roared, and in an instant, all the werewolves barked in unison, and the sound shook the wilderness. They rushed towards Mu Yu at an astonishing speed, their minions flashing with a cold light. The werewolf leader even slammed into Mu Yu's head with a fierce jump.

In the face of this sudden attack, Mu Yu did not panic. He had already prepared, and with astonishing agility and strength, he flashed sideways, and the werewolf leader's pounce missed. At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's throat like a wind, and with a precise and fierce hand knife, the leader was instantly repulsed.

The leader's retreat caused consternation among the wolf crowd, but they did not stop attacking. They pounced on Mu Yu from various angles, trying to besiege him from all sides. However, the attack power displayed by Mu Yu surprised the werewolves.

He is like a nimble leopard, shuttling between werewolves, and with every attack, he can leave deep marks on the werewolves. His punches, kicks, headbutts, and even attacks from any part of his body are deadly. He was like a banner in the wind, and no amount of wind or rain could shake him.

Despite the large number of wolves, in front of Mu Yu, they felt an insurmountable despair. Their attacks seemed to be powerless in front of Mu Yu, but Mu Yu's attacks made them miserable every time.

Mu Yu kicked the ground with all his strength, shaking a group of werewolves away. He stood there, tall and mighty, his gaze determined and cold. The werewolves seemed to be insignificant under his gaze, and they trembled and did not dare to attack him again.

The young man he rescued was pale and leaning weakly against a tree. His eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, as if he had just experienced an indelible nightmare. His clothes were torn, leaving deep paw prints on his skin and stained with blood. It was the Blood Moon sigil left by the werewolves.

He single-handedly fought the werewolf and eventually succeeded in rescuing the young man. However, the werewolf is cunning, and the rescued young man has been branded with the Blood Moon Mark, which is the unique mark of the werewolf, like a tracker, no matter when and where, the werewolf can easily find his traces.

Mu Yu looked at the young man, his eyes were full of determination. He knew that the young man had become his responsibility. He must protect him, even if it means that he will face endless hunts.

He hid the young man in a hidden bush, covering him with leaves and branches to ensure his safety at night. Then he drew the sword at his waist, his eyes resolute against the unknown darkness ahead.

The forest at night is full of eerie and silent. Only the wind galloped between the leaves, taking away the breath of battle.

Mu Yu listened to every sound, and her nerves were like taut strings. He knew that the chase with the werewolves had just begun, and that the road ahead would be even more difficult.

However, there was no fear in Mu Yu's eyes, only firmness and determination. He must persevere, and no matter what difficulties he faces, he must complete his mission.

The night passed, and dawn approached. Mu Yu stared nervously at the edge of the forest, his sword clenched in his hand, ready to meet the challenges of the new day. He knew that wherever he went, he would take the hope of this young man with him to the endless pursuit.

This mark, like a sign of shame and an invisible chain, will be closely tracked and hunted down by werewolves wherever he goes. His fate has become so tightly entangled with the werewolf that he cannot break free.

It was an ancient curse, the Mark of the Blood Moon. The deep imprint left by Mu Yu on the werewolf is like a trace of the wind blowing on the grassland, which cannot be erased. On the night of the full moon, the mark manifests in a strange way, guiding the werewolf to the marked person.

No matter where they fled, no matter how hard they tried to cover their tracks, werewolves could follow them like shadows. It was an inescapable fate, an irresistible pursuit.

The forest at night is full of eerie and silent. Only the wind galloped between the leaves, taking away the breath of battle. Mu Yu listened to every sound, and her nerves were like taut strings. He knew that the chase with the werewolves had just begun, and that the road ahead would be even more difficult.

He knew that from the moment he saved the young man, he had pushed himself into a path of no return. He could only hope that he would have enough strength to protect him until he found a way to lift the curse.

The moon gradually rises in the night sky, and the blood moon mark looms in the darkness, as if to foreshadow the chase and challenge that is to come.