The Night Demon!

Even when facing Ice Storm or Casanova Bloodhoof, Brute Hammer had never felt such fear like he was being haunted by a ghost.

Stimulated by extreme fear, he roared and spun his long nose like a meteor hammer into a destructive storm that swept up a large amount of rubble, broken wood, and dust in the ruins. It formed an indestructible protective shell that enveloped him.

However, the icicle was bone-piercing, and the feeling of being stabbed in the back was still like mercury seeping into the storm.

The end of Brute Hammer's long nose was tingling.

He felt as if his entire nose was about to be uprooted.

He hurriedly lowered his head to dodge.

With a bang, sparks flew in all directions from the smoke and dust.

It was the attacker's sharp blade that collided with his fangs.

Judging from the attacker's silent attack style, the sharp blade that was as thin as a Cicada's wing should not have had much strength.