The Canine Beastman, plummeting to the ground, suddenly looked up, a hint of confusion in its blood-red, murky eyes.
It was definitely the one that had leapt from the rooftop, yet this human had somehow ended up on top of it.
However, its wild instincts still compelled it to react.
Its slender midsection twisted forcefully midair, and the Canine Beastman's body incredibly flipped direction.
The deformed head successfully avoided the edge of the Slaughter Knife, but its equally deformed hind leg delivered itself to the door.
The sawtoothed edge of the blade effortlessly sliced through the Canine Beastman's hind leg, the thick fur and hard bones offering no resistance.
This was real damage—the most authentic kind of harm.
"Awooo!"
In the midst of the Canine Beastman's agonized howl, two Beastmen wielding cleavers charged at him.
They were fast, reaching him before Liu Zheng landed.
