Conqueror and Dominator - IV
By the time Seraphina realized, a searing pain had already erupted from her back.
The injured wolf gritted her teeth in secret, her foot landing on the burly man's chest, narrowly avoiding his sweeping blow. She twisted her waist for a backspin kick, her long leg whipping towards the rear like a lash.
However, the solid sensation from her leg caused Seraphina's pupils to constrict sharply.
The male revolutionary, who had disappeared, had appeared in front of her, holding a dagger with an icy expression.
So, who was behind her now —
By the time Seraphina reacted, her body had already been lifted high and slammed onto the ground!
The muscular man did not let up, continuing to grip Seraphina's ankle, repeatedly slamming the seemingly delicate girl onto the ground. However, on his third attempt to lift Seraphina, his entire wrist was twisted into a nearly ninety-degree angle.