My sword was incredibly fast. The werewolf barely had time to react before I stabbed him in the chest.
"Ah..."
The werewolf let out a miserable cry, but I felt no pity.
I drove the sword downward, intending to pierce through his body and kill him.
But in that desperate moment, the werewolf grabbed my Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword.
He staggered sharply backward, keeping the blade from reaching his heart.
The Tong Ghost Hand shot out to attack again, but the werewolf caught it with his other hand.
Seeing this, Mao Jing leaped into the air and slashed his sword toward the opponent's neck...
In that instant, the werewolf's expression changed drastically, and fear was clearly visible in his eyes.
He no longer had that arrogant, superior attitude from before.
Leng Binghai, on the other side, was equally shocked.
"Don't!"
At that critical moment—
With a splutter, the werewolf suddenly spat out a cloud of blood mist.
The blood mist sprayed straight at Mao Jing's face. If Mao Jing continued with that slash, he would inevitably be struck by it.
Though we did not yet know what the blood mist could do, it gave us a sense of danger.
Therefore, Mao Jing had no intention of risking his life against him.
He swiftly withdrew his sword and twisted sideways in midair...
As a result, his sword failed to strike the werewolf's neck.
The sudden blood mist also made me wary of pressing forward, so I could only withdraw my sword as well.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the werewolf Mark rapidly retreated...
As he retreated, the strange aura around him weakened at an astonishing rate, and his body swayed unsteadily.
His towering werewolf form visibly shrank. His wolf fur receded, his wolf head twisted into a human one, and his