Mo Jin hovered in the air, its ruby-like eyes fixed intently on the werewolf on the ground.
For a moment, the Great Needle Bee and the Deteriorated Werewolf were locked in a standoff, neither able to overpower the other.
However, the one with the slight upper hand was still Mo Jin. It hovered high in the sky, its tail needle shooting out like miniature missiles continuously.
The werewolf kept waving its sharp claws, sweeping away the poison needles, yet it could only take the hits passively, exhausted from running around.
Because this guy couldn't fly, nor did it have any long-range attacks.
Even if it picked up stones from the ground and threw them skyward, it was futile. Mo Jin wasn't foolish; by moving a little, it could easily evade the thrown weapons.
In this awkward standoff, neither could gain the upper hand.
After exhausting each other for a few minutes, Mo Jin's eyes narrowed, activating the Wind skill.
