It was eight in the evening. The Bewitching Demons stationed at the manor were still awake—those playing with women continued playing with women, and those drinking continued drinking.
Some had already been drawn by the sounds of battle, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of the house. Others only realized they were under attack after Edo Swordsman cried for help, then belatedly ran into the courtyard to assess the situation.
"Have the authorities come for us? Fuck it, let's fight them! Does Changchun Branch really think that handful of people can wipe us out?"
"Fuck, what the hell is that? A Werewolf?"
"Wh-what a terrifying aura..."
The Bewitching Demons who had just charged fiercely from the house into the courtyard all stopped in their tracks.
Though Werewolves lacked powerful skills, their aura was genuinely Level 5. Killing Level 2 and Level 3 Bewitching Demons would be as easy as crushing insects.
Under the moonlight, the Werewolf raced on all fours, its powerful back rising and falling with each stride. Frost rapidly formed across the ground beneath its claws.
Blooddrinking Mad Blade had already been held back, and there was another one outside. Despair welled up in the severely injured Edo Swordsman's heart. He came to an abrupt stop. Before the charging beast could reach him, frost crept up his trouser legs, bringing bone-piercing cold.
Frost? It counters my close-combat abilities! Edo Swordsman's heart sank again.
The Werewolf's rippling muscles and trajectory reflected in his eyes, allowing him to read its attack. Rather than retreat, Edo Swordsman charged toward it. He suddenly dropped to his knees and leaned back, sliding forward on momentum.
At that very moment, the Werewolf pounced. It stretched out its claws with all its might, trying to intercept the human sliding beneath it, but Edo Swordsman had