The air was pervaded by an intensely pungent odor, exuded by the blood of the malevolent god.

  Upon inhaling it, Glen merely felt a slight dizziness. However, the antler - man and the female mage on the other side promptly conjured a protective incantation to avoid exposure to this noxious scent.

  "Werewolf! It is about to enter its final frenzy! This area has been ensconced with a special enchantment! It will soon weaken the power of the malevolent god! There is no need to engage it in a direct confrontation! Endure, and we shall overcome!"

  The antler - man issued this final decree.

  "Final frenzy? Sounds rather formidable …" Glen murmured, composed himself, and readied himself to brace for the impending assault.

  The battered fleshy mass writhed, accompanied by erratic expansion and contraction.

  Suddenly, a series of distinct drum - like thuds resounded, and the chaotic expansion and contraction of the fleshy mass gradually assumed a more regular rhythm.

  The drumbeats grew increasingly rapid. Finally, under the anxious gazes of all present, the fleshy mass erupted with a thunderous boom!

  The splattering flesh and blood of the malevolent god struck Glen's form, accompanied by the hissing sound of corrosion.

  The two figures on the other side, sheltered within the barrier, seemed relatively unharmed, yet their countenances betrayed a sense of unease.

  When the blood mist dissipated, the three of them looked towards the location where the fleshy mass had been, only to discover that it had not completely self - destructed; rather, its outer layer had burst open.

  Beneath the ruptured skin, the fleshy mass was a gory sight. The meridians, arranged in an idiosyncratic pattern, lent it a semblance of order, sparing it from appearing utterly grotesque.

  Seconds later, a faint stir emanated from beneath the crimson fleshy mass. Accompanied by a squeezing - like undulation, an indeterminate object was disgorged by the mass.

  This outcome seemingly caught the antler - man and the female mage off - guard, and their expressions grew deathly solemn.

  The ejected object raised what resembled an appendage, propping itself up from the ground.

  It was a quadrupedal being. Excluding its four limbs, its body bore a resemblance to a grey cucumber. At its apex, or what could be construed as its head, there was a luminous cross, and another adorned its abdomen, which seemingly served as its eyes.

  Several cord - like appendages remained connected to the base of the red fleshy mass.

  Glen surmised that this entity had likely been birthed prematurely. Its grey skin appeared exquisitely tender.

  The cross - eyed being fixed its gaze upon Glen, then shifted it towards the antler - man and the female mage on the other side.

  Just as Glen anticipated an attack, the red fleshy mass expelled yet another identical creature.

  Seconds later, another emerged, and this continued until a total of eight had been disgorged.

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  The red fleshy mass then deflated, evidently emptied of its contents.

  The eight grey creatures swayed unsteadily, their gazes alternating between Glen and the other two.

  "Is this what you meant by the final frenzy? It doesn't seem quite right to me," Glen couldn't help but voice his query.

  However, the antler - man was unable to respond, for the present scenario was an unforeseen contingency.

  The chronicles they had studied regarding the purging of malevolent - god remnants had alluded to such exceptional circumstances, which could deviate significantly from the typical purging process. In such instances, it was highly probable that the purgers' lives would hang in the balance.

  Noticing the other's silence, Glen realized this was an unexpected turn of events and thus had to devise a means of dealing with it on his own.

  Just as he was about to deliberate, the eight grey creatures, as if in collusion, launched a simultaneous attack, and their target was the enigmatic female mage!

  They moved with such speed that even though Glen transformed into a gust of black wind to intercept most of them, one managed to pierce the female mage's abdomen with a red tendril that had sprouted from its head at some unknown juncture.

  A copious amount of life - force was siphoned off by the successful grey creature. The female mage, being seasoned, had made preparations prior to the creature's impending attack.

  Otherwise, she would have been reduced to a blood mist and absorbed the instant the red tendril pierced her skin.

  Glen severed the red tendril with a swipe of his claws. The detached segment of the tendril dissipated forthwith, and the female mage crumpled to the ground. Her magical energy drained rapidly, and her life - force waned swiftly.

  Glen himself was struck by the remaining seven grey creatures. The power of the Blazing Fang was completely drained, and the curse power of his seventh - level werewolf form was all but exhausted.

  "It seems I must implement the contingency plan," he suddenly declared.

  "What contingency plan? In this situation, any contingency plan you have will prove futile!"

  The sole unharmed antler - man exclaimed in disbelief.

  Glen did not respond. Instead, he mustered his remaining strength to repel the eight grey creatures. Before they could renew their assault, he deposited the two incapacitated individuals into the passage through which they had entered.

  There were no malevolent spirits or curses there. The antler - man remained unharmed, yet the female mage was likely beyond salvation.

  Watching as the entrance was blocked by the werewolf's back, the antler - man roared, "Are you mad?! Do you truly believe you can face the malevolent god alone?!"

  "Silence. You would do well to keep your distance. I am about to unleash a powerful spell," Glen said, his voice uncharacteristically calm.

  The next moment, he was impaled by the eight grey creatures once more.

  The antler - man in the passage clearly witnessed several red tendrils nearly reaching him.

  However, before he could react, a surge of exquisitely pure lunar magic energy materialized.

  Glen felt a marked reduction in the killing impulse within his mind. Without hesitation, he once again allowed the wolf - toxin to spread and mutate.

  The dense, cursed black smoke was drawn back into his body, and a fearsome aura, as if capable of rending asunder all things in the world, pervaded the air.

  The eight grey creatures sensed an unprecedented peril, and their instincts compelled them to flee from Glen with all haste.

  The werewolf's form expanded rapidly once more. Golden light shimmered beneath its pelt, and golden fluid flowed from Glen's eyes and mouth.

  His field of vision had now transformed. He no longer perceived mere colors but the very essence of all substances, the essence of the elements. He could even discern the intricate body structures of the eight grey creatures with perfect clarity.

  The Blazing Fang, too, underwent a transformation in tandem with its master's ascension in power, emitting the distinctive roar of a skeletal dragon, replete with a sense of supreme jubilation.

  Finally, Glen's form ceased expanding when it nearly filled the entire subterranean space. Were he to stand fully erect, he would likely reach a height of approximately three hundred meters, a veritable leviathan.

  The Blazing Fang assumed an even more fearsome and terrifying aspect, affixed to Glen's forearm, which was as massive as a pillar. It was emblazoned with demonic - style dragon carvings, each so vivid that they seemed on the verge of animating.

  The eight grey creatures craned their necks, gazing up at this unprecedentedly fearsome monstrosity.

  Their instincts continued to urge them to flee immediately. However, the walls of this space had been fortified by themselves, and later, for some unknown reason, expanded by some force. Now, even if they wished to breach these formidable rock and earth walls, it was already too late.