Many burly and tanned-skin men came running towards Lith. They wore baggy trousers, an open vest and had different styles of turbans and hats on their heads. To Lith, they looked like clothes from fantasy Arabian tale characters.

There were women in the group as well wearing Arabian-themed outfits with veils on their faces.

Each race had its own distinct culture and clothing. They were heavily influenced by the reincarnators from Earth and everyone lived different lifestyles.

The Werewolves followed the theme from middle-eastern Earth. Many could be seen wearing the clothing of sheiks everywhere in the Werewolf Continent.

It suited them as the continent was half desert and half forest. The days were really hot here and the nights were cold.

Loose clothes helped them deal with high temperatures during the day. As for cold nights, they still wore the same clothing as they preferred the cold.

Lith saw the hairy werewolves in baggy trousers rush towards him with bloodthirsty eyes and hands itching for a fight. No Vampire had dared to come to their village in ages. Now that one of them was here, these Werewolves were more than happy to welcome the intruder with their sharp claws and bloody maws.

Lith took a deep breath and regulated his breathing. He had no other choice than to defend using his limited elements. He knew that the faster he finished his aunt's sadistic training, the faster he could leave this place.

He extended his hand and felt the Destruction energy around him. He then tried to make a sword out of it, only to be called out by Lucifer who shouted from afar,

"Stupid! Use necromancy spells and summon some skeletons or something. Use your head, use AOE attacks!"

"If you keep doing such idiotic things, you'll never become stronger and get in my pants!"

A vein popped on Lith's head as he was annoyed by her commentary. No wonder his mother hated Lucifer so much.

He was going to use Death elemental energy but he also had to get ready to fend off any long-range attacks that might be coming toward him.

But he knew Lucifer wouldn't stop taunting unless he used some AOE attacks.

Lith stopped making the sword and focused on summoning a few undead creatures.

He bent down to touch the ground and placed his palm on it. Then he activated a Rank 9 summoning spell.

Magic circles appeared on the ground in a hundred-meter radius. Soon many creatures, both terrestrial and flying, appeared from within.

Lith commanded them to attack the Werewolves closing in and they obeyed without hesitation.

"Hah! Mere beasts!" A werewolf commented.

"GET THEM, EVERYONE!"

"I'll fend off these beasts, charge towards that leech and get him first!"

"Roger!"

"OOOUUUUUUU!"

The Werewolves were fired up and ran towards Lith with all their might.

Lith hadn't stopped with the summoning spell. After he was done using a Rank 9 spell, he noticed not even 1% of his spiritual power was used.

Lith then raised his hand and slowly brought it down in a manner as if he was opening a zip.

A portal soon opened up. A thousand flying demonic beasts appeared from the portal, their screeches piercing the soul.

"SHIT! THERE ARE MORE!"

The Werewolves were alarmed!

"Hey, I don't think we'll manage well with this."

"YES! YES! CALL THE ELDERS! CALL THE CHIEFS! CALL EVERYONE!"

Lith's power scared them as many summoned beasts came out, one after another.

Lith didn't stop here. He checked his spiritual power and found only half a percent of it was used for a Half Saint Rank spell.

Lith raised both his hands and drew magic circles in the air. He drew some in front of him and then some at his sides.

Finally, when he was done, he chanted a spell. Then he looked straight at the Werewolves and bit his index finger, making blood ooze out of his wound.

A drop of his blood fell down on the ground. As it did, Lith calmly commanded,

"Charge."

BOOM!

A thousand more demonic beasts appeared all around the Werewolves. They screeched, howled, and went after them rabidly, shocking the pack of Werewolves.

"Hey, dumbass! Instead of having those beasts charge at everyone, you should've made a group of two or three to charge at one person." Lucifer criticized while sipping on her cocktail.

Lith ignored her as the mere sound of her voice was now annoying him.

In his opinion, randomness was better than organized attacks. Then people would not have any idea which beast is attacking whom and from where. This way, they might cause more damage.

Of course, this also meant that some beasts would not attack the strong people and would go for the weaker targets first. But Lith also had plans to deal with this problem.

Lith created a bow and arrows from the destruction element energy. He planned to shoot them toward the stronger people of the pack.

"The way you crafted the bow and arrows is worse than the craftsmanship of a toddler! Keep your hands steady, fool!"

"If you can't even have proper control over your hands, how are you going to bring me to a shaking orgasm with those fingers?"

Lucifer was trash-talking like no tomorrow. Lith might not know it but this full-time otaku was also a gamer who had a long experience of trash-talking in the game lobbies. She had also been on the receiving end of some A-grade trash-talk and learned from the best.

She has had a hundred thousand hours of playtime on the world's most famous online fps game. She ranked in the top ten in that game before she got bored and left it.

Annoyed by her comments, Lith tried his best to ignore her. He focused more on the battle than on her words.

His brain was now adapting to her commentary. He could now filter the trash from the good advice. Still, it did not mean he was not annoyed. In fact, Lith could swear that Lucifer was the most annoying person he had ever met.

Lith cast a spell on both his hands and steadied them. He then made another bow but felt his hands shaking again.

His hands were shaking from the unstable Destruction energy that he was taking from the surroundings.

Energies are always present in equilibrium with the surroundings and thus they aren't seen.

But when someone tries to break the balance, like Lith was doing, the energies would become unstable and resist. Energies would try to get back to their original equilibrium and resist the person trying to use them.

This resistance was the reason why his hands shook as it drained his power to keep energy in control. It was not easy to pull out energies from the surroundings and make an object with it. That's why only the Saint Rank and above were capable of this feat.

At the current stage, pulling the energy from its equilibrium was equivalent to a mortal trying to pull a carriage containing a thousand kilograms of goods with one hand.

It was difficult, but that's how much force was needed to simply make a bow.

But yes, the more difficult it was, the more powerful it was in the end.

Lith was soon able to properly make a bow without his hands shaking. He then created a few arrows as well to use with the Bow.

Lith shot the arrows straight at some Werewolves that looked like they were trouble and killed them in one shot.

The others were alerted and immediately went on their guards.

Lith killed a few more people with his Destruction arrows before finally feeling that his hands couldn't take it anymore.

He let go of the bow and let it be assimilated with the surroundings, returning it to its previous form.

Lith then tried to make a simple Destruction sword that wouldn't cost as much energy. He then cast a Dark spell on himself, becoming invisible, and rushed toward the Werewolves.

Just as he took a step, Lucifer's voice rang out in his ears.

"The way you cast that invisibility spell is so bad that if you try to peep at me while I am bathing with that pathetic spell, I'd not even be angry and show you my tits simply out of pure pity."

Veins popped on Lith's head and he couldn't help but shout in Lucifer's direction,

"WHO WANTS TO SEE YOUR TITS!?"

Listening to him shout suddenly, the Werewolves were confused. Even though they were engaged in battle with the summons, a thought still crossed them:

'Is that guy going insane?'

They couldn't hear Lucifer's voice. It was only Lith who could hear her shout. They couldn't see anyone apart from Lith and thus had an impression that he was probably a madman.

Lucifer, who could feel Lith's annoyance from his tone, chuckled and continued,

"If you dream about fucking me in my sleep and surprising me, make sure to first blend the surroundings into the spell, instead of blending the spell into the surrounding. Then cover yourself with it."

Lith was still very annoyed but Lucifer's advice made him think of things deeply. He tried doing what she said. After failing a few times, he finally got the hang of it.

Lith then walked towards the Werewolves and to his surprise, despite being in front of them, they weren't able to even feel a hint of his presence. It was as if there was no one.

Lith then pointed the sword at the neck of one random person and was about to slash it, but he didn't do it.

He noticed that the instincts of the Werewolf did not detect his presence.

'Interesting.' Lith felt amazed by this new proficiency he was gaining.

He cut the Werewolves one by one and returned to his position to save some energy.

Soon, the elders and the chief of the village arrived at the scene.

Looking at so many dead people, the chief yelled angrily,

"WHO DARES!?"