The situation took a sudden turn for the worse. The sudden appearance of the Demon Hunter team left even Vivian momentarily stunned.
Casa Eben stared in astonishment at the expressionless "humans" looking down at them from above, while the muscles throughout his body began slowly swelling once more. The strange crossbows in the Demon Hunters' hands gave off an unsettling aura—that unique "scent" left behind by the slaughter of countless supernatural beings. As a veteran Werewolf, Casa Eben could sense the intense killing intent clinging to them.
There was no doubt about it. This was a group of experienced hunters.
Casa Eben had received word before that there were signs of Demon Hunter activity in the city. He had even guessed that one or two of them might be patrolling the area. But he had never expected so many Demon Hunters to be gathered here, nor that they would be several times stronger than anticipated. Setting up an ambush like this right under a Werewolf's nose was absolutely beyond the capabilities of Demon Hunter recruits.
The intelligence was wrong, and the family's "sentinel" might have been compromised. Unfortunately, none of that mattered until he successfully escaped this crisis.
Euen Eben began transforming at once as well, but both he and Casa Eben were clearly transforming much more slowly. Even after transforming, the aura emanating from their bodies was far weaker than before.
Their fierce battle with Vivian just now might have been one reason the two Werewolves were in poor condition, but the greater cause was that strange scent lingering in the surrounding air. It was faint, yet it never dispersed. It made both Werewolves feel their stamina draining away, while preventing them from concentrating. Euen Eben raised his head and glared at the middle-aged man on the rooftop, forcing