Chapitre 225: The True Nature of Mercenaries

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos of the battlefield, a lone figure emerged as the harbinger of destruction. "Got one," the warrior declared, his voice cutting through the tumultuous wind that swirled around him. With an eerie distortion of the air, the Husk Wolf before him faltered, momentarily frozen in its tracks. Then, with a thunderous thump, its head cleaved downward.

"Got two," he continued, his words punctuated by the demise of another of the ferocious beasts. The sudden demise of their kin sent a tremor through the remaining Husk Wolf, their primal instincts tickling their senses, urging them to flee. Yet, before they could even react, the creatures found themselves trapped in the same frozen state as their fallen brethren, their bodies splitting into two before crashing onto the blood-soaked ground. This macabre dance continued until no trace of the once-ferocious Husk Wolves remained standing.