The tenth floor of the dungeon, within the wolves’ remaining central stronghold.
By now, whether it was the elderly who had lost their fighting power, or the surviving warriors, apart from a few children, almost all the werewolves had gathered here.
The walls of the cave had been roughly strengthened. Everywhere stood makeshift defensive works and lookout posts.
Even so, compared to the past grandeur, this place was now nothing more than a lingering ruin.
Most of the younger wolves had already been tempted away by Lin Jun’s promises and the Mushroomborn’s persuasion. The ones who stayed behind were almost all stubborn old wolves who refused to leave the tribe.
A few were middle-aged warriors, but even among them, most hesitated, wavered, and had no real resolve.
Only in the center of the tribe, the largest stone house, still stood the final pillar of morale—the elderly wolf chief.
He sat quietly cross-legged, closed-eyed, meditating, but his aura remained sharp and firm. Even now, he exuded a powerful oppressive presence, making the hesitant ones settle and press closer around him.
A wolf elder whispered: “Chief, the mushroom monsters are already here.”
The old wolf slowly opened his eyes, looking calm. “I know. No matter how many of them there are, they are but tricks. I only need to defeat their leader… The rest will collapse.”At this time, Gray["Little Black"] entered the cave, her enormous figure casting a heavy shadow. She lifted her head slightly, taking a step forward, gazing directly at the elder wolf. “You are their leader?”
The wolf chief also stood, his joints cracking. Though his body was aged, his muscles still bulged with corded strength. He stepped forward one pace at a time, facing Gray without backing down. “Yes. If you want our tribe, you’ll have to step over my corpse!”
Gray stretched her arms, her aura swelling, revealing her transformation into a true giant beast.
The oppressive pressure of both sides clashed, almost shaking the cavern.
Even Lin Jun, observing through the Pujis, sensed that the fight to come would be no ordinary duel.
The wolf chief was no longer at peak condition, but he was a veteran of countless life-and-death battles. Even reduced by age, he was not to be underestimated.
Meanwhile, Gray had evolved through countless trials, possessing abilities far beyond ordinary LV50 elite monsters. The clash between the two would be earth-shattering.
The other wolves were silent. Many of the elderly had already accepted that they were little more than the tribe’s vestiges, lingering only to pass on their traditions.
But the younger wolves stared wide-eyed, seeing the challenge as the decisive battle for their future.
The wolf chief’s figure loomed, steady as a mountain. He let out a low growl, his claws shining with cold light, stepping forward to launch the opening strike.
Gray roared in return, meeting him head-on.
The battle erupted instantly!
Gray’s resilience and stamina, strengthened beyond natural limits, gradually pushed her into the upper hand.
The duel was both brutal and magnificent. Many wolves trembled watching it, their faith wavering.
For Lin Jun, watching through his network of Pujis, the fight carried deeper meaning.
It was not only about conquering the werewolf tribe, but about crushing their lingering spirit and tradition, forcing them to submit entirely.
Even the wolves themselves felt it. If the chief fell, the tribe’s last pillar would collapse.
The duel continued for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Gray caught a flaw. Her fist hammered down, blasting the wolf chief into the ground. Blood spurted. The old wolf struggled, but could no longer stand.
The cavern fell silent.
Gray’s figure loomed like a demon queen, her presence sweeping over the tribe, leaving the werewolves speechless and trembling.
The chief’s dim eyes lifted, and he let out a hoarse laugh. “You win… The tribe… is yours…”
After saying this, he closed his eyes, his body sagging lifelessly.
Lin Jun silently marked the passing of another stubborn relic of the old era.
The wolves around bowed their heads in silence. Some among the young clenched their fists, but most lowered their ears, accepting the new ruler.
The duel of succession was complete.
Gray had proven herself the true queen of wolves!
Through the Pujis, Lin Jun announced the integration order, sending his Mushroomborn to begin organizing the tribe’s younger generation.
On the tenth floor of the dungeon, the last werewolf resistance finally came to an end.
From now on, apart from a few stubborn elders fading with time, the majority of the werewolves would serve beneath Gray’s banner.