[Ellie's P.O.V]
At this critical moment, Newman finally stopped his actions, holding a syringe in one hand and walking over to plunge it into the mutant werewolf's waist without mercy.
Subsequently, the color of the mutant werewolf's pupils gradually returned visibly, and he began to calm down. Finally, he collapsed to the ground. Anton let out a sigh of relief, his body feeling somewhat weak. I rushed to his side to support him.
"Anton, are you okay?" I helped him move to a resting spot and then watched as Newman placed the mutant werewolf flat on the ground.
Anton waved his hand, as if to respond to my question. "He's only a semi-mutant werewolf, and he's already much stronger in various aspects. If I were to face him directly, I could barely handle it. If a fully mutated werewolf were to come, it could be even more dangerous."
