The Wolf Lords had physical forms, but the Wolf Lords having physical forms was unlikely. At least, the wolf head floating before Leman Russ and radiating black mist was not real.
Even so, Leman Russ's iron fist still inflicted piercing pain on Zaro.
My head feels like it's about to split apart!
Zaro whimpered and recoiled. Ever since becoming Siracusa's power behind the throne, when had he ever suffered such harm?
Leman Russ's attack was far from over. With a single step, he was beside the retreating Zaro again, driving another punch into his forehead.
Zaro screamed and tried to flee from Leman Russ.
Damn Caesar, the helper she found is way too overpowered!
No, I need to get out of here and figure something out!
Zaro flew toward the sky, transforming into a wisp of ominous black cloud. Leman Russ grinned.
"Heh, I won't let prey that delivers itself to me go."
He bent his legs and unleashed unimaginable force. His massive, heavy body shot high into the air, actually catching up to the flying Zaro.
Hearing the air tear beside him, Zaro was startled. He turned and saw Leman Russ looking at him with a wicked grin.
This guy can fly too?
Zaro's mind crashed for a moment. Before he could think further, Leman Russ's fist came down and smashed into his forehead again.
Zaro had survived those blows thanks to his insubstantial body, but he still had to endure a splitting headache as he plummeted from high above and crashed hard into the ground.
"Cough, cough... Impossible. This is impossible..."
Zaro struggled up from the shattered crater, catching sight of Leman Russ falling like a meteor. His feet were pressed together, aimed squarely at Zaro's head.
Urgh! Stop hitting my head!
Zaro begged in terror, but Leman