Hadi opened his mouth but didn't say much, although this was contrary to his previous attitude of wanting Ye Qingfeng dead in Russia. However, he knew that among the Dark Race Wolfman Clan, while he was equal with these six, he wasn't on par with them in terms of seniority.

Moreover, if Ye Qingfeng was willing to remove the Flame Power inside Slaga to save his life, Hadi didn't really want a fight to the death with Ye Qingfeng.

"Remove it?" Ye Qingfeng lightly shook his finger, "Impossible!"

He rejected it decisively, without the slightest hesitation, making the six suddenly appearing elders' gazes even more intense.

"Human, this is the only chance we're giving you. We know your cultivation is exceptional, but daring to harm a member of our Dark Race Wolfman Clan is to make an enemy of our entire clan."

"Removing the Flame Power inside Slaga is your only choice!"

"Today, with all the Dark Race Seven Wolf Kings here, even if you are strong, there is no escape!"

The six people took a step forward, their bodies suddenly expanding, their clothes tearing, and countless hard black hairs protruding, transforming into six ferocious werewolves in an instant.

Hadi also stepped forward, joining the battle with the six, as the top seven werewolves of the Dark Race Wolfman Clan stood before Ye Qingfeng, their imposing aura reaching the sky, filled with endless killing intent.

"Seven War Emperors?"

Ye Qingfeng's gaze narrowed slightly, as the seven werewolves in front of him all possessed the strength of War Emperors.

The suddenly emerged six werewolves had blood-red eyes devoid of any emotion.

Together with Hadi, they had gathered the strongest seven combat powers among the Dark Race Wolfman Clan, each one at the War Emperor Realm.

Moreover, within the same realm, the combat power of the werewolf clan far surpassed that of human martial artists. They came out in full force, showing no fear of even the Advanced War Emperors among human martial artists.

"Ye Jiujie, quickly remove the Flame Power inside Slaga, and we can let you go. Otherwise, your legend of invincibility will end in Russia, and the Invincible War God will cease to exist after today!"

Hadi's voice was cold, with a strong sense of threat.

In the Dark Race Wolfman Clan, even if their members made mistakes, it was for the clan to punish internally, and outsiders had no right to intervene at all, let alone cause serious injury or death.

"Ye Jiujie?"

Upon hearing Hadi's words, one of the werewolves' eyes slightly paused.

"So you are the legendary unparalleled genius, Ye Jiujie, which human martial artists have been talking about recently!"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but not a trace of reverence that human martial artists showed when facing Ye Qingfeng.

The number of human martial artists who fell by their hands might number in the thousands. Even human martial artists who reached the War Emperor level had been slain by them at least ten times. In that epic war, many of the top experts of the Dark Race Wolfman Clan were exterminated, yet they survived, showcasing their formidable strength.

Today, with the presence of all seven Wolf Kings, even facing Huaxia's Ye Jiujie, they felt confident in killing him.

All seven of them stared at Ye Qingfeng, believing that his life was subject to his own decision.

Seven War Emperors all stood in mid-air, their aura tearing the sky, causing the ice fields below to shiver.

In Hadi's eyes, thick with killing intent, he found it extraordinarily fresh. Since that grand battle with Ye Jiujie, never in the history of the Dark Race Wolfman Clan had there been a situation where all seven Wolf Kings mobilized at once.

Moreover, at this moment, all seven of their kings were exerting pressure on one young human martial artist, which was unprecedented.

Even though the seven of them feared not Ye Qingfeng, and even considered Ye Qingfeng as fish on a chopping board, they couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration for him.

The Invincible War God Ye Jiujie, over the years, was the only one who required all seven Wolf Kings to come out in full force.

Facing the seven werewolf kings, Ye Qingfeng's expression remained as calm as ever, having mentally prepared from the first moment he chased them from Huaxia's borders.

Why should he fear when he, Ye Jiujie, traveled heaven and earth alone?

"Let me save him? I've already said it's impossible!"

Ye Qingfeng looked at the seven of them, calm and indifferent.

"It seems that you all want to fight to the death with me if I don't save him?"

The seven true Kings of the werewolves had somber eyes as Ye Qingfeng nonchalantly said: "Since that's the case, make your move, and let me see how much weight the Dark Race Wolfman Clan, that once stirred a world-shattering war, truly has?"

"Ye Jiujie, are you determined to seek death?"

Hadi's gaze was icy to the extreme, with his wolf eyes a crimson red, he stomped the ground, shattering the snow beneath him, and shouted angrily.

"Ah!"

At this moment, Slaga in the distance let out another heartbreaking scream. Blood foamed from his mouth, staining the snow red. Flames constantly burned on his skin's surface, not consuming him in an instant but slowly eroding him, letting him endure endless pain.

"Kill me, kill me!"

He kept howling in agony, clawing at himself, tearing his skin until it bled profusely, the scene was utterly gruesome.

The Soul-devouring Flame Spear was undoubtedly the most terrifying, cruel attack, which was why Ye Qingfeng had never used it before. Now, Slaga was the first to experience this nerve-racking torment.

"You talk too much!"

Ye Qingfeng shrugged, and the battle intent surged in his eyes.

"You want me to save him, but I don't plan to save him. The line between friend and foe is clear, so stop the nonsense!"

"At times like this, it all comes down to fists!"

As he spoke, in the astonished eyes of the seven Wolf Kings, he took the initiative to charge forward.

"Ye Jiujie, since you want to seek death, we'll fulfill your wish. Once we defeat you and let you experience unbearable pain, you will have no choice but to change your stance!"

Hadi's eyes turned cold and he stepped forward first, his body turned aside, the wolf claw swept down mid-air, leaving a crimson mark in the sky.

Ye Qingfeng shot forward from afar, throwing a punch into the air, a golden fist shadow horizontally cutting through, colliding fiercely with the crimson claw mark.

Both figures exploded backward simultaneously; above Lei Ye, the power of gold and red collided, turning into energy ripples sweeping all around.

Ye Qingfeng only took two steps back, his gaze suddenly hardened.

A jet-black wolf claw swept horizontally from his side, shimmering with cold light, wrapped in dark Qi force.

This was the unique Dark Race Power of the werewolf clan, a single claw strike weighed over a hundred thousand pounds.

Ye Qingfeng wasn't afraid at all, his shoulder sank, and he charged to the side.

"Boom!"

Ye Qingfeng and the High-level Wolf King who attacked both staggered; the High-level Wolf King looked shocked. His claw strike could crush a mountain to powder, penetrate, and grind down ten armored vehicles easily—yet Ye Qingfeng, with his mortal body, took it head-on and only slid sideways a few meters.

"Swish!"

A sound exploded in the air, Ye Qingfeng suddenly turned his head, and a crescent-shaped energy shockwave descended from the air, more solid and massive than the one Slaga had previously unleashed.

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