It seemed they had a mutual understanding. Prajna looked at him and said blandly, "Rather than asking me, why not ask Hog."
True enough.
Prajna is of the Ghost Race, but not a ghost. You could understand him as a native humanoid born in Hell, someone who fundamentally still adapts better to Hell's environment, rather than a ghost surviving solely on a soul body.
The sound of cannon fire gradually subsided as the Wolf Race elites stormed the city.
A three-meter-tall brown-haired werewolf, like a specter, charged swiftly at Losa.
Bang—
Prajna stepped in front of him, his Black Shield expanded, holding off the impact from the brown-haired Wolf Race.
A fiery blade flashed by.
The large head of the brown-haired Wolf Race was cleanly severed by Losa.
The flame scorched the wound into a charred black, not even leaving a drop of blood. Even an elite among the Corner Wolves had no chance to react against Losa's strike.
