The Rise Of The Mythical Warlords: Conquering the New World With SSR Castles.

CH-12

"Hahaha, it's funny to see a weak person like yourself wanting to kill me. Looks like you need to be taught a lesson first. Mr. Arioch would definitely be interested if he saw you," said the demon man cynically as he looked at the white wolf that was under his feet.

Although their level of strength was actually equivalent, but due to the advantages of the demon race, the winner could actually already be determined before the fight started.

Without wasting any time, the demon man who was still flying in the air got ready and then slid swiftly towards the white wolf.

Suddenly, the white wolf swiftly dodged the attack, leaping to the side right at the moment the attack came. Moments after the white wolf dodged, the ground and trees that had been in its place were shattered apart, leaving only the ground with cracks like a spider web that was wide enough.

"Your defense is good enough to be able to dodge my attack," said the demon man with a slight admiration for the white wolf. Right now, the white wolf felt shocked to realize that if he was just a little late in dodging the strange man's attack, he might have already been rendered helpless or even lost his life.

Now, the werewolf pulled a weapon out of nowhere. The weapon was a sword with a very long blade, almost 1.9 meters long, almost the size of its own body. The demon man was surprised to see the weapon possessed by his opponent. Now this fight can be considered balanced, because everyone has their own advantages. The white wolf excelled with its deadly weapons, while the demon man excelled with his attack power and quite strong defense. However, if continuously exposed to sword slashes, the defense of the demon man would also collapse in a moment.

After closely observing his opponent, the white werewolf suddenly ran over small, yet each unexpected step of his foot grew faster and faster. Meanwhile, the demon man did not stay silent, quietly paying attention to the movements of the werewolves.

Sensing the danger, the demon man wanted to try to break the attack launched by the werewolf by hitting the blade of the sword. With a clenched hand, he gathered the dark energy in his palm and quickly directed it towards the werewolf attack.

Unexpectedly, the werewolf bounced abruptly and flew towards the trees, even smashing the ground and forming spider-web-like holes in some places.

"If I don't arrive on time, then you may be dead" said the mysterious voice.

As if knowing who was speaking, the demon man immediately lowered his head, showing a deep sense of shame over what he had done before. If he did not underestimate his opponent, he would not be in this kind of situation.

"Excuse me, Lord Arioch," said the demon man in a soft voice, kneeling before a mysterious figure who was now seen several steps away from the demon man, facing towards the direction where the werewolf was stranded and destroying the surroundings.

Meanwhile, the werewolf who had now turned into a man with a golden wolf tattoo engraved on his hand lay weak, injured, and even fresh blood still flowing from the tip of his lips.