Chapter 283: When a Battlefield Becomes a Playground

Fenrir didn't need to hear more. Already in his transformed state, he burst away from the group to the furthest end of the battlefield. There was a sense of urgency in his behavior. On their way there, he had the privilege to be the first to merge with Noah. Facing their combined strength, their opponents were unable to even penetrate through their defense. And with a casual swipe, the air generated from their claws was able to tear multiple creatures to shreds. The power they wielded was undeniable. 

But there was a problem, without a proper opponent, he and Noah were unable to showcase the true potential of their fusion. 

As Fenrir was thinking, his claws dung harder into the ground, his body glowed a fiery red as the fire within him threatened to be released with each huff of his overstimulated breaths. What if Noah preferred to merge with Arachne instead of him?