"Shash!"
A gush of blood squirted out.
The Bearfolk roared angrily and painfully. It swung its paw behind, and a strong wind blew by. A bluestone of the size of a millstone was smashed into pieces in an instant. Soran's figure leaped forward, and the curved sword went through the gap of the Bearfolk's arm again. Another wound appeared on the body of the Bearfolk.
For Soran, who was now a legend, it was easy to deal with this kind of enemy who had great strength, slow movement, and lack of intelligence. It was too difficult for the Bearfolk to hit him. If not for the high Constitution of the Bearfolk, Soran would have killed the Bearfolk with that backstab. However, the wound on the Bearfolk was not light; blood constantly shot out from its back. Its huge body seemed fierce and incomparable, but every attack had landed on the ground.
Maybe a more threatening Tigerfolk could keep up with Soran, but a Bearfolk would not be able to do so.
"Thud!"
