Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

A flash of black lightning shot straight through the gray world.

It had been a long time since Glenn had felt the sensation of running wildly with his legs. The long-lost feeling of comfort from exercise made him want to shout out loud.

While running, he also had to calculate the distance. After all, this continent had changed a lot, and many characteristic terrains had changed. If he was not careful, he might miss his destination.

A huge rock appeared in front of him, blocking the way. Glenn smashed it with one punch, and the black lightning passed through with almost no obstruction.

However, this boulder is not the only one. There is a rocky area ahead, and each of the rocks is as big as a house.

Glenn used the same method to smash the boulders blocking his way. The explosive feeling from his fists and the visual and auditory effects of the shattering rocks made Glenn feel like he had found an addictive game.

Bang bang bang...!

It was like firecrackers, a huge straight line of firecrackers.

Just when Glenn was getting addicted to fighting, at the moment when his swinging fist was about to land on the next boulder, a small gray thing suddenly broke into Glenn's eyes, which had been freed from his vision from the rocks.

It was a beetle-like creature with an oval body and an irregularly-shelled head. Its four round eyes, like black gemstones, reflected Glenn's fist that was about to fall.

The little guy obviously didn't react, and there was only confusion in his eyes at that moment.

Glenn suddenly changed the trajectory of his fist, his body's balance was lost, and the black lightning extended from the edge of the last boulder and flew out, leaving a deep gully not far away.

"Ahem..." Glenn climbed up from the rocks with a depressed look on his face, thinking that this was a world where the laws of physics had to be obeyed. If he was outside the Breath of Withering, he could use magic and curses to make an emergency stop, or even make a sharp turn.

But there is no magic or curse here.

After brushing off the gravel on his body, Glenn jumped up, crossed a distance of a hundred meters and returned to the place where he had just discovered the living creature.

At this time, the little thing had already reacted and realized that it had just had a brush with death. It buried its head in the corner, exposing its bare butt facing outside.

Glenn did not hesitate to touch the iron-like surface of the butt, and then turned it over.

The little thing looked at Glenn in horror, its hands shaking constantly and seeming to be waving at a high frequency.

"Hello." Glenn smiled politely and spoke in the common language of the continent.

The little thing paused, reacted for a moment, and made a series of strange sounds.

Glenn thought there would be a language barrier, so he wasn't surprised. As long as the other party could communicate, that was enough.

Although they couldn't speak the same language, Glenn naturally found a way to learn the other party's language.

He placed his hand on the little thing's fist-sized head, and his soul gradually probed into it.

Now he can control his transformed soul very skillfully, and the Breath of Withering cannot affect his soul, which gives him some special means.

The little thing's eyes gradually became sleepy, and then dull.

It wasn't until Glenn withdrew his hand that the other party came to his senses.

It blinked in confusion, and then looked at the tall creature in front of it, but unexpectedly heard: "Hello, Hahati."

The little thing subconsciously replied: "Hello, strange powerful unknown outsider..."

After saying that, he suddenly woke up, "You know our family's language!?"

Glenn nodded, "Just learned it."

"Ah?" Hahati obviously couldn't understand.

Glenn did not explain, but asked, "Your family is still waiting for you to come back."

"Yes! I had forgotten about it! Thank you, but...how did you know?"

Hahati felt like he was dreaming, feeling dizzy.

"I know a lot of things. Take me to meet your family. The sandstorm is coming."

"Yes, follow me!"

Hahati immediately became nervous when he heard the wind and sand. He didn't care what was wrong with bringing a stranger to meet his family. He pulled Glenn with his insect-like little hand and walked in one direction.

Glenn let the other party lead the way anxiously in front, while he sorted out the memories extracted from Hahati's mind in his mind.

From some scattered and distant memory fragments, Glenn knew that the world that was swallowed by the Breath of Withering did not perish instantly.

Although there was no direct evidence from his memory, Glenn speculated that there must be many races like the Hahati lingering on on the continent.

Their lives decay rapidly in a very strange way until they die.

Hahati's mother instilled in Hahati the idea that reproduction is above all else.

Hahati is only about eleven years old now, but he is about to become a grandfather.

There are now more than twenty individuals in its family. The oldest is its mother, who is in her thirties but is about to be buried.

The reason Glenn wanted to meet Hahati's family was to get more information from its mother's memory.

The other party is an experienced person who has been to many places. If he can obtain his memory, it will be of great help to Glenn's mission.

Although Hahati is small, it is not slow. Its body seems to be born for this kind of environment, and it is not difficult for it to cross the rocky area.

Although Glenn knew where the other party's family was hiding, it was not easy for him to leave this little thing behind and go alone.

"There's a river across here! I've prepared a boat! We'll be there soon after we cross the river."

Hahati pointed to the gray road ahead.

"Maybe your boat is not big enough," Glenn warned.

Haha, he paused in his steps, looked back at Glenn's size, and then thought about his own boat, which seemed to be not big enough.

"Don't worry, I have my own way to cross the river."

Glenn smiled.

Hahati was relieved. He suddenly took out a few dried unknown fruits from the small pocket on his stomach and handed them to Glenn hesitantly.

"This is some of the food I found these days. I can... share some with you."

Glenn looked at the fruit that had little moisture, had withered and was almost devoid of nutrition, and shook his head decisively, "Leave it to your family. I don't need to eat."

Hahati did not hide the envy in his eyes when he heard this, "It would be great if my family and I didn't have to eat either."

After passing the rubble, the river soon came into view.

This is a very quiet river, or rather, there is almost no movement, and no one knows what force causes it.

The small boat that Hahati mentioned was hidden in the weeds by the river.

The boat was pushed out and was only about two meters long.

"How are you going to cross the river?" Hahati asked, looking up.

Glenn glanced at the river, which seemed to have no view of the other side, and said, "Of course, I'll swim across."

"Swim across?! The river is very dangerous! You can't swim! You absolutely can't swim!"