After the White Werewolf pulled his arm out, a bloody hole as wide as a bowl appeared in his chest.
The next instant, countless threads of bright red blood sprayed from the hole, twisting in midair into several eerie, blood-colored spirit inscription symbols before curling back and vanishing into the White Werewolf's body.
"Awooo!"
The White Werewolf Chang Kun had become abruptly crouched down, his face contorted in pain as he let out a low howl.
His robe-clad body swelled enormously once more, bursting straight through the fabric. Dense blood-colored fur rapidly sprouted from his skin, his limbs thickened further, and his claws grew sharper. Hissing streaks of bloody light even writhed around their tips.
In the blink of an eye, the White Werewolf's snowy fur turned blood red from head to toe. More terrifying still, a mass of bloody vapor swirled and condensed on the forehead of his savage wolf head. The flesh split, and a third blood-red eye forcibly squeezed its way out.
The blood-colored werewolf was now twice as massive as before, nearly twenty feet from head to tail. He radiated a ferocity he had lacked earlier, all three eyes fixed on Wang Yu with an immeasurable bloodlust.
"The second round begins."
After speaking in a human voice, the blood-colored werewolf bent all four limbs slightly and lowered his belly close to the ground, adopting a stance Wang Yu knew all too well.
Wang Yu's expression shifted slightly at the sight. Without a second thought, he drew a fierce breath, and the surrounding air flooded into his mouth like ten thousand rivers rushing into the sea.
Whoosh!
His upper body likewise swelled dramatically, stretching his blue robe to twice its size. The image of a golden tiger appeared behind him, and wisps of golden mist curled out