The two sides had already clashed dozens of times within a short period.
There were indeed several claw marks on the body of the dark guard, but they were inconsequential.
Leonard Churchill, in his wolf form, had numerous bloodied wounds gaping open all over his body.
Various members of the Miller family's guard had also swarmed around him.
It was clear that if this continued to be a war of attrition, Leonard Churchill was undoubtedly going to die.
....
In fact, if he wanted to escape, there was still some chance at this moment.
But he didn't.
Death was but a triviality; there was nothing to fear.
If he was truly going to die,
Then let it be as spectacular as summer fireworks.
The smile in Leonard Churchill's eyes became increasingly ferocious.
As he was forced to retreat, losing at every step, his mind was becoming clearer.
"Can my body hold on for another two minutes...? I have to speed up."
