The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588: Chapter 588 Ambush 4

They didn’t need to wait for their ambushers to make the first move.

The Tigrens were never the type to sit back and patiently wait for an enemy to reveal their hand. They were hot-blooded by nature, and when confronted with an enemy, their first instinct was to tear into them rather than stand around devising elaborate strategies.

The moment they received the command, they attacked whoever crossed their path.

Claws flashed.

Blades were drawn.

Roars and screams erupted through the forest as the battlefield finally exploded into chaos.

But the enemies hiding within the shadows weren’t afraid either.

The moment the Tigrens charged, they emerged from their hiding places and lunged forward without the slightest hesitation, seemingly unconcerned about death. Rather than confronting the Tigrens individually, they immediately began concentrating their numbers on single targets, swarming them from every direction.

It was like a cluster of ants throwing themselves at an elephant.

One Tigren might be powerful enough to crush several opponents alone, but against a relentless tide of enemies attacking from all sides, even their overwhelming strength would eventually be put to the test.

More importantly, the Tigrens couldn’t shift into their beast forms. They had been drugged, their bodies weakened, and their strength was steadily being drained. For the attackers, this was the perfect opportunity to finish them off.

Most of the attackers were rogue werewolves, and now they threw themselves at the weakened Tigrens in their wolf forms, moving with the savage hunger of feral beasts. Claws raked across flesh, jaws snapped down on limbs, and whenever one of the Tigrens exposed an opening, the rogues pounced without hesitation, tearing chunks of flesh from their bodies.

"Ugh!" A Tigren warrior grunted as his legs suddenly felt heavy. His limbs weren’t responding with the same explosive strength they normally possessed, and for a split second, his defense faltered.

That was all the rogue needed.

The wolf lunged through the opening and sank its fangs into his arm, violently ripping away a piece of flesh.

"Get off me!" The Tigren warrior roared, swinging his massive blade with brutal force. The weapon cleaved through the rogue werewolf’s body, splitting it in two and sending its blood spraying across the ground.

But there was no time to breathe.

He was surrounded by six rogues.

Now there were five.

Under normal circumstances, five rogue werewolves would have been little more than a nuisance to a Tigren warrior. Their natural strength and physical prowess should have allowed him to tear through them with ease.

But the drug was still coursing through his body.

His muscles felt sluggish. His movements were heavier, his reactions slower, and every swing of his massive blade demanded far more effort than it should have.

It felt as though his fighting strength had been cut in half.

And the rogues knew it.

They weren’t trying to overpower him head-on anymore.

They were waiting for him to weaken further, circling him like starving wolves before lunging at every opening they could find.

"This won’t do. Our people can’t shift into their Tigren forms, and they still haven’t purged the toxins from their bodies. We’re at a severe disadvantage..." The Priestess spoke through gritted teeth as she looked around the battlefield.

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