The night was like ink, and the dappled moonlight pierced through the branches and leaves of the jungle, sprinkling behind Mitheus. He cautiously navigated the dense forest, recalling with trepidation the werewolf attack. That terrifying roar and shrill minions made him decide to avoid the werewolves as much as possible and choose this seemingly endless jungle path.

The howls of wild beasts and insects filled the surroundings, and all he could hear was his own heartbeat and nervous breathing. He watched out for every sound, every dark shadow. The fear hanging in his heart was like a sharp knife, irritating his nerves. Although he knew that this was the reality he had to face, his heart was full of helplessness and loneliness.

The dead branches and rotting leaves under his feet made a breaking sound, as if it were the mockery of death. Every step is like stepping into the abyss of the unknown. However, he knew he couldn't stop, he couldn't wait to die. Every breath he takes, every heartbeat, is to survive.

Deep in the jungle behind, those terrifying werewolves may be approaching. But Mitheus didn't dare to judge, he just shuttled through the jungle as fast as he could. He has only one goal, and that is to escape from this dark forest and live.

However, fate doesn't seem to intend to let him go easily. Suddenly, a dark shadow leaped down from the tree, accompanied by a fishy wind, and swooped down on Misius. In the darkness, he felt a pair of fierce eyes staring at him tightly.

They burst out of the darkness, their green eyes glinting with a strange glow in the night. They launched a fierce attack on Mitheus without warning.

However, Mitheus did not panic because of this, and he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Then, he closed his eyes and gathered his strength in every corner of his body. It was a pure power of light, as warm as the rising sun, as soft as a summer breeze.

He opened his eyes, and there was a dazzling glint in his gaze. Then, he raised the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed at the werewolf at the front. His fingers tightened, and the bowstring hummed with the force he pulled.

"Go!" He whispered, releasing his fingers, and the arrow shot out like a meteor.

The arrow struck the werewolf with a loud bang. Surprisingly, the werewolf did not fall, but was surrounded by a bright energy, a pure power of light. This energy emanated from Mitheus like a divine light, dispelling darkness and evil.

Mitheus did not stop, he continued to shoot arrows, each shot accompanied by anger and conviction in his heart. The arrows struck their targets like precise throwing knives, and each werewolf was enveloped in the pure power of light.

His counterattack was so fierce that the air around him seemed to be ignited by the pure power of light. A blazing white light filled the air, illuminating the night and everyone's heart.

Then he threw the bow and arrow in his hand to the ground, spread his hands out, and a brilliant light rose from his body, like a fragment of the sun burning in the night. It was a powerful force, a power that the creatures of darkness could not look at.

Mitheus's eyes shone with determination, and he strode forward as if the god of light was only alive. The power of light in his body burst out, like a thousand rays of light, completely illuminating the darkness. The werewolves could not resist his strength and howled in pain.

He reached out, and one hand grabbed the throat of one of the werewolves closest to him. His fingers clenched, and the werewolf couldn't move under his grasp. Mitheus frowned slightly, watching the life he once considered a beast struggle in his hands.

The werewolves suddenly roared at the same time, as if celebrating the impending hunt. They rushed towards Mitheus at breakneck speed, sharp claws slicing through the air with a piercing sound. However, the moment they were about to touch Mitheus, things took a turn.

Mitheus closed his eyes and threw himself into his power. There was a strong glow within him, pure and hot, like a ray of light that had just fallen from the sun. This power erupted from his body, instantly knocking back the werewolves around him. Their bodies were incinerated in the light, and some were even reduced to ashes by the sheer power of light.

Mitheus's eyes opened, and his pupils shimmered with golden light, like the rising sun breaking through the darkness. He stood there as if the god of light was only alive, majestic and dignified. With his own strength, he resisted the attack of the entire werewolf, and the power of light that erupted from his body was like a frenzy of light, dispelling all darkness.

It was Mitheus's revolt, an explosion of the power of pure light within him. Not only did he resist the werewolf attack, but he also showed the world his inner strength. His counterattack was fierce like a storm, and the power of light poured out in full swing, defeating the werewolves one by one.

The repulsed werewolves looked at Mitheus in horror. They were once known for their cunning and ferocity, but in the face of such a force of light, they had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, and that was reverence for light and justice.

Under the starry night sky, Mitheus is guided by the power of light and skillfully shuttles through the dark forest. His appearance was like a meteor, drawing a dazzling trail of light in the dark night, making it impossible to look at it directly. Despite this, he struggled to conceal his whereabouts in order to evade his pursuers behind him.

Suddenly, he stopped, and a pair of bright eyes looked around nervously. Not far away, a teenage girl is besieged by a group of vampires. She looked very helpless, like a besieged fawn about to fall prey to a predator. Seeing this scene, a trace of determination flashed in Mitheus's eyes.

Without hesitation, he rushed towards the vampire horde, shouting loudly, inspiring a strong power of light. In an instant, the surroundings were filled with bright light, causing the vampires to scream in pain. They cover their eyes with their hands and temporarily lose control of the maiden.

The girl looked at the hero who had suddenly appeared in amazement, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration. Mitheus did not waste this opportunity, he quickly walked to the girl's side, held her hand tightly, and fled with her as fast as possible.

Behind them, the roars and roars of the vampires grew farther and farther away, but Mitheus knew that that didn't mean they were safe. He continued to run forward with the girl until he was sure that he had escaped his pursuers, and then found a hidden place to stop.