"Get... get away from me!"
Lei Feizhou struggled with all his might, finally tearing Huai Shi off his body. But a huge wound was torn open on his neck. Even the carotid artery was torn, blood gushing out constantly.
He staggered backward. Before he could steady himself, he saw Huai Shi, who had rolled to the ground, climb up again. Dragging the Axe on the ground, Huai Shi walked towards him step by step.
Lei Feizhou let out a hoarse screech. The Werewolves gathered around, buying him a brief respite.
It took a full half minute before the Werewolf managed to use the last of his lightning to drive away the silver Curse from the wound and close the fatal cut on his artery.
But the blessed, sacred state had already ended, far sooner than he had anticipated.
