His figure shot out like a bolt of lightning.
The raven-black sharp blade flashed with a cold gleam, fiercely piercing into the eyes of another Rotten wolf, penetrating the head.
After that, Michael's body swung and he clenched his left hand into a fist, the cells of his fist hardened, turning dark metallic, smashing it toward the third wolf at the back who was pouncing on him for a sneak attack.
The wolf head was Instantly smashed and blood splattered all over Michael.
After killing the third wolf, Michael's figure moved once again.
His speed was perfectly displayed at this moment.
He was extremely agile, moving with extreme precision, as he went on a killing spree like a meat grinder.
He was moving through the wolf pack with an icy gaze, attacking decisively.
As the black large balde gleamed, many Rotten wolves' agonizing howls rang out and spread to the surroundings.
