Getting Sick

Olen saw its mouth open up. It aimed to bite his head off.

It wanted to kill this human that killed so many of its subordinates.

Olen didn't avert his eyes either and looked at it coldly. His left hand directly grabbed its throat.

The next moment wolf boss's body crashed onto him. Blood sprayed, covered his shirt as if it was drenched by rain. But its head was still facing Olen.

The Night's claw that Olen had condensed directly severed its head.

The headless body kept twitching and its paws kept pouncing around. But the lights in its eyes already went out.

Olen kept looking at the Ironfang wolf's severed head.

This is the proof that he has become strong. He was strong enough to kill a yellow grade spirit beast.

This is his spoil, his trophy.

Olen felt he accomplished something that the previous him couldn't.

Olen dropped the head after taking one last look at it.