Chapter One-Hundred
A growl resonates from the side, followed by another, then another, and when I look back I only have enough time to see dark shadows dashing forward, passing over me as I jump up and backward, avoiding whatever could be rushing our way from the darkness.
But that precaution was unnecessary.
Because soon after Mao Zexian is attacked by all directions… by hounds! It takes me a few seconds to realize that those were the Hell Hounds I saw before patrolling the place, and some had high levels themselves, nothing compared to myself and probably Cain of course, but so many at once made a formidable foe to most.
Some of them were only in their Doberman form and looking like mere bigger dogs, but some had the same explosive appearance my mother had back in the day, with dark red scales all over their bodies and strong jaws snaring at him and snapping in the air, a banging sound coming from their sturdy muscles demonstrating just how strong that bite is.