"No!"
In the blink of life and death, Slaga's reaction as a Dark Race Wolfman burst into its fullest potential. Under the pressure of impending doom, his mind suddenly became unprecedentedly clear.
The fur on Slaga's body suddenly retracted, and the blood-red scale armor on his body scattered in an instant, transforming into a blood-red light shield that blocked in front of him.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal clashing echoed through the sky, but the blood-red light shield didn't last long. In just a moment, it was burned away by the Soul-devouring Flame Spear, breaking through once more.
Just as the Soul-devouring Flame Spear was about to pierce through Slaga's chest, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Dark Race Demon Shadow!"
With a low shout, he remained motionless, allowing the Soul-devouring Flame Spear to pass through his body. But at the moment the spear entered, not a drop of blood was spilled.
