"Supreme Slash."
The Ghost Wolves reacted swiftly, leaping aside just as the sword energy approached, but one was still caught by the edge of the attack, its body split in half, letting out a pained howl.
"Awooo!"
But this howl did not scare away the pack of Ghost Wolves; instead, it ignited their ferocity.
Their speed increased as they reached Herbert simultaneously, viciously lunging at his vital areas.
Neck, throat, back of the head...
Their bites not only caused Physical Damage but also impacted the target's soul, causing temporary dizziness, making it easier for them to devour.
Beasts show no mercy.
They just relentlessly tear their prey apart with all their might.
A dead prey is a good prey.
However... an arrogant strongman might.
Herbert didn't dodge but let the fangs, which could easily pierce leather armor, bite into him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal clashing was heard as the fangs met his body.
"It doesn't hurt."
