The situation reversed in an instant.
The phantoms hovering between life and death were torn into fragments one after another by the half-human, half-wolf Vic. The flesh and blood scattered, quickly turning to ashes before hitting the ground.
But these phantoms seemed immune to pain or fear, dragging their shattered bodies relentlessly toward Vic.
Vic continued hunting them, yet they still came relentlessly, one after another, as if with no end.
This scene was like countless sheep converging on the only wolf present, launching a siege.
Vic was equally unafraid, his eyes full of murderous intent, causing him to continuously howl and roar.
Attack, attack, attack again, as if he intended to turn this hunt into a massacre.
Moreover, remarkably, Vic seemed unable to feel any fatigue. His movements showed no sign of slowing with the passage of time, becoming even more rapid and fierce. Clearly, he should have exhausted his strength before the attack.
