That thought alone made his expression turn darker, frustration bubbling inside him like molten fire. He clenched the Blue Dragon Sword tightly in his hand, flames and sword intent flickering to life along its blade, casting sharp bursts of light into the darkness as he ran.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of his footsteps merged with the deep rumble of the pursuing beasts. Max swung his sword backhanded mid-run, sending arcs of fiery sword energy flashing like angry comets.
Puff, puff, puff!
Several of the lesser black dogs howled in pain as they were slashed apart, their bodies collapsing heavily onto the cold stone ground.
But Max's lips tightened into a thin, grim line. Killing those lesser beasts wasn't his goal. His real target was the two-headed black dog at the peak of Legend Rank. If he could injure it or at least force it to retreat, the pack would lose its coordination, and he'd be able to slip away easily.
