A streak of dim light suddenly swept across, shattering the clone formed by the congealed blood, but more afterimages emerged from the blood, rising up relentlessly, countless in number, encircling and attacking.
The flickering light played endlessly, as the missiles launched from ten fingers illuminated innumerable flying lights arising amidst the siege, crisscrossing, soaring gracefully.
In the darkness between the heavens and the rain of blood, it was as if a myriad of stars suddenly ascended, splendid starlight flickering transiently.
However, compared to the pure flying light of the past, the light at this moment had become so faint and dim, like fireflies struggling futilely in the blood.
Amid the gaps of the racing light, shadows of the mutated wolves appeared and disappeared, changing and evading at will, a gentle mocking smile on their faces, not in a hurry to attack, but instead beginning to stall for time.
