Inside the residence, the smell of seared flesh permeated the air.
Cough, cough...
Luo Zixiong, the Werewolf embedded in the wall, coughed up blood continuously. His Life Force was fading fast, leaving him incredibly weak.
The relentless barrage of heavy blows had left him on the verge of death. The last punch, in particular, had been imbued with Flame, charring the skin on his chest and inflicting a pain beyond what any ordinary person could endure.
"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" A terrified Luo Zixiong was like a helpless piece of paper, battered and torn by a raging storm.
He watched Tu Xiao'an approach, the expression on his face like that of a smiling Demon—it sent a chill down his spine.
Suddenly, Luo Zixiong's Demon form began to change, his body flickering with light.
In an instant, his body shrank back to its normal form.
AWOOO—
The howl of a wolf soared toward the heavens.
