Clang clang clang!
The sound of sword and claw clashing echoed incessantly.
I was still handling the situation easily and thought to myself, "This werewolf isn't bad! Quite formidable!"
If the werewolf were to hear this, it would probably spit out three liters of blood in anger.
Their strongest point was their physical strength, while cultivators generally had weaker physical bodies. Once they got close, it usually meant a one-way ticket to being slaughtered.
But now, he was being stopped, and the opponent was just a young brat.
The more the werewolf fought, the more alarmed he became, almost wanting to curse. He thought to himself, How could this brat be so abnormal, even good at close combat. How am I supposed to fight this?
He gradually developed the idea of retreating, howling once, ready to flee.
But just as he turned around, I casually flicked my hand, throwing out a large bunch of Jade Talismans as if they were free.
Bang bang bang!
