Boom!
A werewolf dropped from the sky like a cannonball, crashing into a Trident Sword emergency support squad. Its sharp claws tore through the air as they slashed diagonally downward at a Red-haired Witch who had her back to it.
Because there were so many of these werewolves but their individual combat strength was low, they were not worth the hunters joining forces against and wasting too much magic power on. Thus, this Trident Sword hunting team had not deployed its battle formation, nor had they raised their Mana Cocoons. The werewolf that fell from above easily smashed through their formation.
The pale claws left three clearly visible scars in the air. The rapid sonic booms were drowned out by the rising and falling howls and exploding spells across the battlefield. The hunters of this Trident Sword hunting team were doing their utmost to deal with the dozen or so werewolves attacking from outside their formation. They had never expected these clumsy-looking creatures to know how to launch a pincer attack. They were immediately thrown into disarray, especially the Red-haired Witch beneath those claws. She was originally the team's diviner and somewhat weaker in combat. She had no time to defend herself and was about to perish beneath the wolf claws.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A black shadow, like a gentle breeze, abruptly swept into the slightly chaotic formation and positioned itself between the werewolf's claws and the Red-haired Witch. Whirling wind turned blade-sharp, and the descending claws shattered section by section before everyone's eyes.
Screams, roars, and explosions blended into one chaotic din.
"A beautiful lady should not be subjected to such a fright."
Dylan gave the Red-haired Witch a slight, courteous bow. His robe was spotless. Behind him lay the werewolf, already decapitated, its splattered blood spraying outward in