The music of the demonic music box could affect Class-Tiger below Disaster-level at most. Disaster-level lower sequence Class-Tigers would not be influenced by this music box at all unless they actively danced to it.
Even so, it was enough for Wen Wen to achieve his goal of clearing the area. After the music began to play, only two Disaster-level lower sequence Slave Masters remained among the Class-Tigers present, neither of whom had danced to the music.
One of these Slave Masters was four meters tall, covered in brown fur, and crouched low to the ground like a walking tank. It was a Class-Tiger transformed from a brown bear.
The other was two meters tall, a Class-Tiger transformed from a human, carrying a monstrous, oversized pair of shears.
Upon seeing Wen Wen's actions, both Class-Tigers' eyes turned fierce. With a wave of their hands, dozens of pale-faced spirit thralls (伥鬼) bolted from cages beside the stadium and charged towards Wen Wen like zombies released from their cells.
Each Slave Master commanded a varying number of spirit thralls. These thralls were fearless of death, agile, and ferocious. Each one was stronger than an ordinary Class-Tiger.
However, it was unlikely they could defeat Wen Wen, so the two Slave Masters intended to disrupt Wen Wen's rhythm, giving them a chance to destroy or deactivate the demonic music box.
They were well aware of the vast gap in their strength compared to Wen Wen. Therefore, driven by the innate caution of felines, they would not venture into danger easily. Unless forced into a corner, they intended to rescue other Class-Tigers before a combined assault.
Spirit thralls were essentially dead beings, so they were immune to the music box's influence. Yet, Wen Wen looked down on these thralls with slight disdain, finding the idea of them restraining him utterly naive.
Wielding the Filth Blade in one hand and a Battle Axe steak in the other, he charged into the throng of spirit thralls like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Upon initial contact, several spirit thralls were dismembered by Wen Wen.
He then moved while fighting, leading the spirit thralls around the entire stadium as if walking dogs. Not only did he cleave through them like cutting vegetables, but he also left behind his hair and several spatial markers throughout the stadium!
During this process, he even managed to spare some attention for the dancing Class-Tigers, using his hair to inflict shallow cuts on them, causing them to bleed while dancing and continuously lose stamina.
The bodies of these Class-Tigers were far more robust than humans. If they were only meant to dance themselves to death, it might take at least two to three days. However, with injuries, the situation was entirely different.
Wen Wen pulled the Filth Blade from the belly of the last spirit thrall and sheathed it. The impurities clinging to the blade were absorbed by it, ensuring the blade remained perpetually clean.
"How much longer are you two planning to wait? There's nothing to stall for now," Wen Wen said, looking at the two Slave Masters.
The two Slave Masters exchanged glances, both feeling the urge to retreat. Based on the strength Wen Wen had displayed, they were clearly no match for him.
A significant number of Class-Tigers possessed supernatural abilities, but apart from a very select few individuals, most of their powers were enhancements to specific attributes. Their combat relied more on their beast-like, formidable bodies and powerful combat instincts.
Right now, their instincts told them that fighting Wen Wen would mean death, so their minds were no longer focused on battle.
But at that moment, a peculiar tiger roar echoed from an unknown direction. The two Class-Tigers, who were about to flee, suddenly filled with fighting spirit and stared ferociously at Wen Wen's neck with the eyes of hunters.
A higher-ranking Slave Master had just issued them an order: they were to fight Wen Wen to the death and were not permitted to retreat!
Upon hearing this sound, Wen Wen chuckled, "Tsk, tsk, finally couldn't resist making a sound... But why still refuse to show yourself? Do you want me to slaughter all your subordinates before you appear?"
Wen Wen's own mission was to completely destroy the Class-Tiger breeding center and cause immense chaos.
Destroying this breeding center required more than just blowing up the building and slaughtering Class-Tigers in this stadium. There was a crucial figure who needed to be dealt with: the leader of the Class-Tiger breeding center.
According to the information provided on Yuan Xiao's sand table, a monster of Disaster-level higher sequence should be lurking near the breeding center. However, despite causing trouble for so long, Wen Wen hadn't seen any trace of it.
Either it was directly killed by Wen Wen's bombs, a possibility that was virtually nonexistent, or that fellow had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for Wen Wen to expose a vulnerability.
It was precisely for this reason that Wen Wen had only used his black hair and the demonic music box since he began his assault, not wanting to expose his abilities too much to the unseen enemy.
The bear-tiger and human-tiger Slave Masters began to move, not lunging directly at Wen Wen, but circling him as if trying to find blind spots in his defenses.
Wen Wen paid no mind to their movements; during his encounter with the spirit thralls, he had already turned this place into his home turf.
Then, he lightly tapped the music box. The music played by the box seemed to hit the fast-forward button, its speed suddenly increasing. The dancing Class-Tigers' movements became increasingly frantic.
The previous rhythm of dancing had already overwhelmed them, and now, at this speed, their stamina was decreasing at an astonishing rate.
After the music accelerated, the two Slave Masters could no longer hold back and launched a full-scale assault on Wen Wen.
The bear-tiger Slave Master roared and charged at Wen Wen with the force of uprooting mountains and overturning seas, each step leaving a massive footprint.
Its ability was to enhance the defense of its fur. Its skin, though appearing like ordinary bear hide, could not be penetrated even by armor-piercing rounds.
As long as it could get close, with its immense strength and defense, it was confident it could crush Wen Wen's small frame!
However, Wen Wen didn't even look at it. He merely flicked his hair, and a snare formed from his strands bound it. The place it stood was like a spiderweb; Wen Wen had long set a trap for it to step into.
The force of the hair grew stronger, and Wen Wen intended to slice it into pieces. But this fellow, almost bound into a tire-man by the hair, still hadn't broken through its tough hide.
Moreover, Wen Wen could feel the binding force of his hair weakening. Wen Wen's hair was extremely tough; such a situation could only mean...
Wen Wen turned his head and saw the human-tiger Slave Master using its large shears to cut through every strand of hair it saw!