The Crimson-Blood Scale Wolf, even in the mountains and forests, moved as if on flat ground, with undiminished combat power.
It was a completely one-sided battle.
The man with the sword on his back looked pale and growled, "Damn it, retreat first!"
"Retreat? Where are you going to retreat to?"
A cold voice sounded as Quillan Fawkes appeared behind the man with the sword on his back.
"Old man, do you think you can stop me? You really think I'm an easy target."
The man with the sword on his back was furious and slashed out with his Battle Sword.
An incomparably brilliant Sword Aura sliced toward Quillan Fawkes, stronger than the one before.
He wanted to kill Quillan Fawkes with one sword strike to escape quickly because he feared being entangled by the Golden-eyed Blood Corpse, which would mean trouble.
But in the next moment, his pupils rapidly contracted.
Quillan Fawkes punched out, a Fist Force, vast and scorching, blasted toward him.
Boom!
