Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

When the Wolf King’s cold eyes turned to them, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

Those eyes held not the slightest warmth, and with a long howl to the sky, the mournful sound of the wolf cry seemed to lament and plead, silencing even the torrential rain in the night.

As it lowered its head, countless black lights bubbled forth from its mouth, tendrils creeping from the tainted gemstone pulsed faintly.

Its throat swelled violently, and in the next moment, a wave of filthy tide, like black flames, swept toward them.

"Those with curse power, release all your curse power!"

Jonathan shouted, and the permeating curse power spread outwards once more. He pushed through the crowd, stepped in front, and held his spear across his body like a solid fortress.

This Wolf King, how can it be so much stronger than a few years ago!

"No, Mr. Jonathan, the fight is ours now." Cai Ketongshen’s death had shifted the player team’s leadership to the Guarantor with the Human Soul.

He stepped forward, bellowing, "All those with curse power, to the front!"

After dropping that line, he was the first to stand in front of Jonathan, laughing heartily as he said:

"Mr. Jonathan, don’t underestimate us! Don’t forget, we are the Undead. It’s no big deal to give up our lives here.

But you’re different, you have people to protect, Lord Kael is waiting for you, you can’t die here..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Honeydew rushing past him, running and laughing:

"Guarantor bro, why say so much, just do it and it’s done!"

"Wait a minute, don’t go yet!" The Guarantor didn’t even have time to stop her, and the group could only follow her lead and charge forward.

Honeydew charged ahead with a roar of laughter, quickly drawing the pack of wolves into the range of Luxius’s Magic Grip.

Perfect pitch!

The short spear in his hand, under the control of the Magic Grip, was thrown fiercely, shooting towards the Wolf King like an arrow, only to be caught midair by a Shadow Wolf Guard.

The short spear broke into two pieces instantly, but the strong momentum still caused the Shadow Wolf Guard’s body to be pulled back slightly in midair.

"Enjoy the justice of my punches, ora! ora! ora! ora!"

Under the control of Spiritual Power, the Magic Grip, charged with full force, pummeled the Shadow Wolf Guard with punch after punch...

Within a couple of seconds, he was sent spinning by a slap to the head from another Shadow Wolf Guard.

As Honeydew’s head slumped, the grip of Mana in midair slowly dissipated.

Frustratingly, even the Shadow Wolf Guard that he had attacked was merely shaken off the rainwater upon hitting the ground, seemingly unharmed.

Clearly, even a direct attack on a Shadow Wolf Guard was, at Honeydew’s level, essentially like scraping therapy.

After a long battle with little blood lost, it clearly enraged the Wolf King.

"You guys need to find someone to notify the others!" The Guarantor with the Human Soul shouted frantically.

Kong Shan Yi You said on the side, "What’s there to fear? Do you think Lao Cai willingly went to his death for nothing? He logged off to call for reinforcements!"

Hearing this, the Guarantor didn’t say another word and followed right up, the iron sword in his hand flickering with a faint enchanting glow as he fiercely stabbed at a nearby Two-headed Shadow Wolf while laughing and swearing:

"You should have said so earlier, then I wouldn’t have been so torn!"

"You’re just too slow to react!" Kongsan Yoyou screamed as a Shadow Wolf Guard that had just pounced over slapped her left hand, causing the bones to protrude.

"Duck your head." A dull voice sounded, and Kongsan Yoyou subconsciously ducked down.

A hurricane whipped past, and the twisted curse power carried a short spear that blew away nine Shadow Wolves in the vicinity and nailed a Two-headed Shadow Wolf to a tree.

"I should be the one saying that..." Jonathan laughed heartily, "What a joke, whether they’re Undead or not, a Ranger doesn’t abandon their comrades and run away like a coward. Come on, wolves, let’s fight!"

Instead of choosing to hide behind others, whether they were Undead or not, Jonathan still carried the determination to fight alongside them to the end.

The howl of curse power enveloped his body, instantly tearing apart the corrosive Black Flame sprayed by the Wolf King, scattering a dozen continuous curse power blasts through the air.

He had just recently reached Beginner level 8, but the memories of fighting in the Dungeon for many years seemed to come flooding back at this moment. With each strike of his long spear, it was like a cannon firing, and for a moment, he was fighting off the pack of wolves all on his own.

But even so, human strength has its limits. After the frenzied sweep of curse power, they gradually began to fall into decline under the wolves’ tugging, and it seemed like they were about to be pushed into a desperate situation when the players on the side couldn’t help but smile instead of getting angry.

After all... the longer they dragged out the time, the more advantageous it was for them.

The pack of wolves was feeling especially troubled now, especially the Shadow Wolf King.

It had thought that this place would only have those weak upright apes that it had seen before, but it never expected that because of some of Kael’s plans, there had been some changes at the Ranger’s main camp. Continue reading at empire

The biggest change was that as the original commander of the main camp, Jonathan would sneak away with a group of newbie Undead to start a monster-clearing journey in the Dungeon.

Coming here today was also a coincidence.

After all, Jonathan, someone who had spent many years in the Twisted Jungle, realized at a glance that it was impossible to get back to the camp before it started raining today.

So he decisively chose to change routes and come to this supply point organized by the Rangers.

As a result, they encountered some of the earliest members of the Undead here.

It seemed like they had just been through a battle and were resting at the supply point.

Speaking of which, this group had a pretty large number. A squad of more than a dozen people in this jungle usually wouldn’t have any issues as long as they didn’t encounter a large pack of wolves.

Well, that’s right, usually means there could still be problems.

Just like this, an unexpected rainy night, the Wolf King led his trusted aides in an attack.

If they hadn’t brought just a small part of the wolf pack’s main force, all the people present probably wouldn’t have lasted until now.

No, that’s not quite right either, everyone knew that if it weren’t for Jonathan and this group of players who had just changed their job to become professional Mages, dying here would have been inevitable for them.

At best, the Undead could have used their resurrection to pass the message on to the Ranger camp.

The only thing to be thankful for was that they had not anticipated this event, and neither had the Wolf King. To some extent, both sides had unwittingly rushed towards it.

Judging by the time, the Rangers should have also realized what’s happening by now.

Thinking of this, a crafty smile emerged on the player’s face.