Countless supernatural beasts threw themselves at Kyran.
Enraged by his arrogance for barging into their city that swarmed with their people, the Werewolves did not hesitate to attack him. As the world's awakening has settled down, all of them have fully recovered their strengths from the past era.
None of them was any weaker than the seventh-rank realm.
Most were even at the eighth-rank realm, which would be a mythical army before the world's awakening.
But that meant little to nothing in front of Kyran.
All who dared to attack were mangled into pieces or devoured.
Realizing how strong Kyran was, the Werewolves began to coordinate, using their signature, primal method of hunting—through circling the prey. Instead of attacking head-on, they chipped Kyran down with small attacks from his blind spot.
Even then, it was futile.
Roar!
One lunged from behind, claws opened to hack Kyran's back.
An inch away from reaching, Kyran's body twisted quickly and sliced him with precision.
