After its first strike, the Werewolf King had insufficient time to swipe a second claw.
Because it already sensed that death was imminently approaching at the extreme!
However, as it was raising itself from its stooped position, it suddenly felt a lack of strength at its waist, and its body jolted.
Upon reflection, it awakened to the realization that its lower back had been cut.
Certain death!
Certain death!
Certain death!
At this moment, Leonard Churchill's brain had completely sunk into a state of frenzied exhilaration.
He seemed to have foreseen this scene.
With no strength left in its lower back, its body was inevitably left undefended.
The moment this werewolf chose to kill Liam Martinez, it was doomed!
Flying knife!
Flying knife!
Flying knife!
An immobile werewolf is the best target.
