The werewolf was still immersed in shock.
Dra slowly raised a hand. The wounds covering the Duchess's body, left behind by abuse, had already split open, blood steadily flowing to the ground.
It stained Dra's palm.
Dra's eyes were somewhat unfocused. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled, revealing an expression he could barely control.
Then.
He suddenly closed his eyes and squeezed out a crystalline tear.
His face twisted savagely, his snow-white fangs sharp and lethal. "I will follow you soon."
He bit down.
The Duchess's body began to tremble, her eyes rolling back, yet a relieved smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
Dra's enormous bat wings folded inward, wrapping the two of them within.
The wolf-transformed Voivode of Wallachia began to roar and fly into a frenzy!
His two claws, like razors, wildly slashed at Dra's fleshy wings!
Blood sprayed everywhere. In an instant, the bat wings were riddled with holes and reduced to a mangled mess of flesh.
Yet the last trace of Liu Di's combat awareness could clearly sense it.
Within those wings, Dra's mutation speed was doubling. The power inside him began to shine like a miniature sun.
The next moment.
Boom!
Dra's wings suddenly spread like an angel's, unleashing an unstoppable gale that sent the werewolf flying!
His bat wings had grown to five meters long, spanning ten meters from tip to tip!
The youth's face was cold and pale. His golden hair gradually darkened into black, while his lips turned deep purple.
The women's clothing he had worn was torn apart, revealing an exquisite black aristocratic suit beneath—a perfect outfit he had prepared for his date with the Duchess.
Beneath the full moon.
He was like an angel, yet also like a demon.
Strangely handsome, cold, and domineering.
He