"Huff~ Huff~ Damn it, how can there be so many!!" John gasped for breath, swinging the two snapped long swords in his hands, fending off an attack from a werewolf. They were now under assault from several werewolves—nearly eight of them.
Even in dangerous zones, it wasn't common to see such numbers. Werewolves' physiques and strength far exceed those of vampires.
The moment these werewolves appeared, they all felt a heavy pressure; the feeling only intensified after the battle began. Werewolves didn't hide and launch sneak attacks like vampires; they fought head-on, which was far more dangerous.
After a brief skirmish, John's arms were numb. Working together, they had taken down two werewolves, but their stamina had been greatly depleted, and they also had to protect the horses. They were only halfway through their journey, and without the horses, the rest of the way would be much tougher.
They had carefully planned their route, so how could this happen??
