"Boom!

The Demon Hound's jumping ability was astonishing. With a leap over two meters high, it lunged at the group.

"Ah!"

A soldier, unable to dodge or counterattack in time, was bitten on the neck by a Demon Hound, his piercing scream shattering the night sky.

"Not good, something's happening, follow me quickly."

Other patrol teams, hearing the screams, swiftly approached Li Xuancang and his group.

A Demon Hound lunged at Li Xuancang, but he reacted swiftly, dodging quickly.

The Demon Hound missed its strike, and a flash of anger appeared in its green-glowing eyes. It pushed off the ground with its limbs, pouncing at Li Xuancang once more.

The Demon Hound was too fast; Li Xuancang couldn't dodge and had to brace himself.

"Ah!"

With a roar, Li Xuancang summoned all his strength, thrusting his spear at the Demon Hound.

Faced with the spear's attack, the Demon Hound twisted its body at an unbelievable angle, dodging the strike and swiping its claw at the spear.

The immense force traveled through the spear to Li Xuancang, causing his hand to split open and his entire arm to go numb.

Li Xuancang's eyes widened with rage, realizing that despite his increased strength, the gap between him and the Demon Hound was still vast.

Although he didn't manage to stab the Demon Hound, he forced it to change its movement, causing a brief pause in its attack.

Li Xuancang quickly regained his composure, seizing the opportunity to roll on the ground, narrowly avoiding the spot where the Demon Hound landed.

"Bang!"

The Demon Hound landed, its sharp claws leaving deep gouges in the ground.

Li Xuancang's pupils contracted as he narrowly avoided a fatal blow. If that claw had hit him, he would have been torn apart, possibly losing his life.

"Run."

Li Xuancang hurriedly turned around, with only one thought in mind: to flee at all costs, as far away as possible.

One Demon Hound could take his life, let alone the eight here. Staying meant certain death.

"Woof!"

After failing twice to kill Li Xuancang, the Demon Hound was thoroughly enraged, quickly pursuing the fleeing Li Xuancang.

"Ah!"

Another heart-wrenching scream echoed, as another soldier fell victim to the Demon Hound.

Hearing the screams behind him, Li Xuancang didn't pause for a moment, quickening his pace.

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The Demon Hound relentlessly pursued him, its foul demonic aura spreading.

"No, I can't outrun it."

The distance between them was closing fast. Before Li Xuancang could reach the camp, the Demon Hound would catch him.

Thinking of this, Li Xuancang abruptly stopped, his face hardening with determination to fight the Demon Hound to the death.

The Demon Hound didn't expect Li Xuancang to stop, but it reacted quickly, locking its gaze on him, its claws gleaming coldly as it pounced.

Li Xuancang breathed heavily, his heart racing, his body drenched in cold sweat.

Facing the Demon Hound alone, his chances of survival were slim.

But he had no choice now; a desperate fight was his only chance.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, Li Xuancang swung his iron spear, charging at the Demon Hound.

"Splurt!"

As man and hound crossed paths, blood splattered.

Li Xuancang's shoulder was struck by the Demon Hound's claws, leaving deep wounds that exposed bone, blood flowing uncontrollably.

"Ah!"

The intense pain drove Li Xuancang into a frenzy, and he thrust his spear into the Demon Hound's vulnerable abdomen, enduring the pain, using all his strength to push the Demon Hound back.

The Demon Hound, in pain, its eyes glowing even greener, clawed wildly at Li Xuancang.

Li Xuancang dodged urgently, but was still hit, his chest covered in wounds, blood streaming.

Suffering consecutive heavy blows and losing a lot of blood, Li Xuancang felt dizzy, almost collapsing.

"If I fall, I'll die. I can't fall, I can't..."

Li Xuancang knew the consequences of falling, his unyielding will barely sustaining him. He even bit his tongue hard, trying to use the pain to stay conscious.

"Splurt!"

In his desperate struggle, Li Xuancang pierced the Demon Hound's abdomen with his spear.

"Ah!"

Using his last ounce of strength, Li Xuancang pushed the Demon Hound away, then everything went black as he collapsed, unconscious.

"Kill!"

As Li Xuancang fell, other teams arrived, quickly attacking.

"It's a Demon Hound, kill it quickly."

Seeing the Demon Hound, its abdomen pierced and bleeding from Li Xuancang's desperate attack, they were initially shocked, then rushed forward.

The Demon Hound, heavily injured, was at its weakest. They quickly took advantage of its state and killed it.

Hundred-Man Commander Zhao Changlin looked at the Demon Hound's corpse, then shifted his gaze to the unconscious Li Xuancang. Squatting down, he found Li Xuancang still alive, but barely, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Changlin ordered, "He's still breathing, take him back to camp. Whether he survives is up to fate."

There were only Li Xuancang and the Demon Hound around, clearly indicating that Li Xuancang had desperately wounded the Demon Hound.

A combat soldier capable of heavily injuring a Demon Hound was rare. Zhao Changlin, appreciating talent, ordered him to be taken back to the camp.

If Li Xuancang was lucky enough to survive, Zhao Changlin would gain a formidable warrior under his command.

If Li Xuancang didn't make it, Zhao Changlin wouldn't lose anything.

"Yes, sir, we'll take him back to camp immediately."

Two soldiers quickly stepped forward, carrying Li Xuancang back to camp.

Seeing this, others looked grim, regretting their slow reaction.

Zhao Changlin understood their thoughts but paid no mind.

"Follow me, attack!"

With a roar, the group followed Zhao Changlin to attack the Demon Hounds.

After Wang Xiaoniu and Wang Daniu carried Li Xuancang back to camp, they looked at his still-bleeding wounds and shook their heads helplessly.

"His injuries are so severe, there's no saving him."

Li Xuancang's injuries were too grave, with multiple wounds deep enough to expose bone, almost disemboweled. The fact that he hadn't died yet was already surprising to them.

"Because of him, we managed to escape. Let's at least tend to his wounds."

Wang Daniu looked at Li Xuancang's ghastly wounds and decided to bandage him.

If not for Li Xuancang, they would still be fighting the Demon Hounds with Zhao Changlin. Li Xuancang had indirectly helped them, and they wanted to do their part.

Wang Xiaoniu nodded slightly, and they quickly brought hot water.

After simply treating Li Xuancang's wounds, they applied a layer of ointment.

"We've done all we can. Whether you survive is up to you."

They had done everything they could. Even if Li Xuancang never woke up, they would have no regrets.

The battle lasted most of the night. Only after leaving the corpses of five comrades did the Demon Hounds retreat.

The camp suffered significant losses too, with over ten combat soldiers and more than forty conscripts dead, four Ten-Man Commanders severely injured, and Zhao Changlin also sustaining injuries.

The entire camp was shrouded in sorrow, the conscripts numb, their eyes vacant, unable to see any future.