With one hand clamped around the gold werewolf's throat and the Stabbing Sword pressed against the vital spot over his heart, Enzo violently shook the gold werewolf's body.
The wolf cavalry froze, and so did the wild wolves. Drop by drop, the gold werewolf's blood fell to the ground. This blood held an immense deterrent for the wild wolf pack. The wolves all around trembled on four legs and backed away, no longer daring to attack Enzo and the others.
Only the wolf skeletons remained relentless, pouncing upon and tearing at the wild wolves without pause. The wolves that had stopped resisting became living targets of flesh and blood. One after another, they fell to the ground, blood and shredded meat splattering everywhere.
Enzo held the howling gold werewolf high overhead and backed into the camp step by step with him. More than a dozen warriors rushed forward, binding the gold werewolf's joints with ropes reinforced by special steel wire and ox sinew. One warrior drew a huge axe and smashed it fiercely against the gold werewolf's wrists and ankles several times, shattering the joints Enzo had already pierced to pieces.
The gold werewolf had yet to recover from the effects of the undead Great Terror Technique. His body shook as he kept letting out agonized howls. The severe damage to his body further battered his will. His eyes rolled back, and his body convulsed in spasms. Then a strong stench of urine drifted over—this fellow had lost control of his body and miserably soiled himself.
Enzo gave a cold laugh and looked over the warriors in the camp. The heavily wounded warriors had already taken potions, and their injuries had swiftly been brought under control. With the salves applied as well, they were rapidly recovering. Before long, even if