The realization that Streamlight was a girl left Wild Wolf stunned.
He quickly checked her breathing, relieved to find she had merely fainted. Then, with practiced discretion, he placed her helmet back on her head.
"Aahh!"
Two agonized screams pierced the night simultaneously.
Wild Wolf's attention snapped back to the battlefield. Two riders, along with their bikes, had been flung into the air. Their torches tumbled to the ground, the flames still flickering, but the injured riders were now out of the fight.
His eyes shifted to the "devil" at the center. Its black cloak was half-burned, revealing sickly pale skin. Despite its speed and agility, the occasional torch strike elicited roars of rage and fierce counterattacks.
"You idiots! Reorganize! Aim for the head!" Wild Wolf barked, his voice carrying the authority of a battlefield commander.
At their leader's command, the Night Clan members adjusted their formation. With one hand swinging torches and the other skillfully maneuvering their bikes, the inner circle riders hurled their torches at the "devil." Whether they hit or missed, they didn't linger, swiftly weaving to the outer circle while outer circle riders moved in. This rotating assault kept the "devil" on the defensive, its speed and agility temporarily thwarted.
"You inferior humans! How dare you oppose me!" the "devil" roared, its hair disheveled after finally taking a hit to the head.
A rider in front of it suddenly froze, his body stiff and unmoving!
Seeing this, the other riders reacted quickly, trying to divert the "devil's" attention and save their comrade. But the "devil" was faster. It leapt forward, yanking the rider off his bike. Before the rider could even scream, his head was torn from his body!
The "devil" hurled the lifeless corpse back into the bike formation, causing chaos.
"Hahahaha… Hahahaha…" The killer laughed maniacally, its bloodstained hands even more terrifying.
Witnessing the gruesome death of his comrade, Wild Wolf's heart ached. "Maintain the formation! Don't look at its eyes!" he shouted.
Hearing this, the "devil" turned its gaze sharply toward Wild Wolf.
*Who is this human? How does he know so much about us?*
A thought flashed through its mind: tonight, no matter the cost, it would tear this human apart!
It charged headlong into the bikes, attempting to break through the encirclement. The Night Clan members hadn't anticipated such a reckless, suicidal move and nearly faltered.
Just then, a dozen more bikes emerged from behind Wild Wolf—the second squad had arrived!
With renewed vigor, Wild Wolf raised his hand and commanded, "Open fire!"
The newly arrived riders were armed with crossbows. At Wild Wolf's signal, they took aim at the "devil" and released their arrows.
The "devil" smirked, dismissing the attack. It caught an arrow mid-air and snapped it effortlessly. But then, cold blood began to seep from its palm.
It stared in disbelief at the arrowhead—it was coated with silver!
This was a weapon made of silver!