The Black-Gold Cup
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The werewolf commander's screams made all the birds and other creatures in the Suva Mountains scatter.
He clutched his chest, and bright red blood gushed out.
If one looked carefully, one could even see a sword mark on his internal organs.
Although his injuries were serious, Monn still frowned.
This was the first time that his dimensional slash had not torn the enemy to shreds.
Although the werewolf commander was heavily injured and even cried out in pain, looking closely, one could see a slight smile on his face.
He had blocked it!
He screamed in his heart.
When the holy sword had cut through his huge sword, he had immediately compressed his saint energy to its maximum in front of his chest, hoping that he could block that astonishing sword aura.
However, that sword aura seemed to have no natural enemies, and it was so powerful that it could not be blocked.