Soaring Fury! No One Can Save You!

Using the magic he had secretly cultivated to conceal his tracks, Andrew planned to infiltrate Shokuhou Misaki's tent at top speed, assassinate her, then flee the scene with her corpse and disguise it as a disappearance.

That was Andrew's entire plan—a simple and straightforward one.

Unfortunately, he had miscalculated. He had been wrong from the very beginning...

Andrew believed that Shokuhou Misaki's ability was controlling people's hearts. In truth, that was only one part of her power. He had never imagined that she could detect his whereabouts through mental fluctuations, so his movements had been discovered from the very start.

That was not much of a problem. Fortunately, although Shokuhou Misaki could sense others' mental fluctuations, she could not use them to identify who they were. As long as Andrew killed her as quickly as possible, his plan could still proceed.

After all, he was a Peak Eighth Order powerhouse, while Shokuhou Misaki could only be considered lower-middle tier among Eighth Orders. Her ability was practically divine against those weaker than her, but against those stronger than her, even if it was not useless, its effect was limited. However, Andrew had miscalculated again...

The existence of the Dragonscale Armor bought Shokuhou Misaki just a little time, and that tiny amount of time was enough to plunge Andrew into irreversible ruin!

"Bang!!!"

The black wolf formed from dark clouds seemed to have been struck head-on by a massive hammer. It was hurled backward, slammed into the magically reinforced tent ceiling, which was harder than a wall, then fell and crashed heavily onto the ground. A muffled cry of pain came from within the black wolf, proving just how heavy that blow had been.

What... was going on...

Hidden inside the black wolf, Andrew seemed to have been hit so hard that