CHAPTER 235
Dust billowed into the air, the entire cavern floor trembling as if a localized earthquake had just erupted.
The violent tremors sent loose stones tumbling from the ceiling, adding to the chaotic fog of debris.
Just as quickly as the dust had surged, it cleared in much the same fashion, revealing Bruce being flung away from the beast's massive form.
Before the werewolf could be propelled too far, a jagged ice pole protruded from the ground directly in his path.
Reacting with predatory reflexes, Bruce grabbed hold of the frozen pillar to halt his unintended flight.
In one fluid movement, he yanked the ice pole from the stone and hurled it with monstrous strength toward the Minotaur, which was only just beginning to regain its footing.
Crash—!
The ice pole shattered spectacularly against the monster's chest.
Sharp shards of ice slashed through its hide, drawing thin trickles of dark blood.
