Just as the wound on his left ankle healed, he decisively charged towards the Curse Witch.
This, however, played right into the enemy's hands.
Once the target of the attack was determined, many outcomes could be predicted.
The ferocious and beast like gaze from the werewolf charged towards them caused the Curse Witch and her guards to feel cold, as if they were being targeted by a venomous snake about to strike.
Both of them lacked the confidence to withstand the coming onslaught.
While Leonard Churchill was fast, the fog around him stuck to him like a shadow.
Just as he was less than ten meters from the Curse Witch, the fog in the void condensed, and four figures appeared once again.
As Leonard prepared to reach out towards the Curse Witch, four daggers came at him simultaneously.
This time, with the advantage of foresight, the angles of the attacks were more cunning, and each dagger aimed for a vital spot.
Moreover, they were a team!
