Chapitre 130: Chapter 129: The True Power Of The Mark.

Gray leapt from the platform, slashing and thrusting his blade countless times before landing. 

A druid wolf's head was impaled by the edge of his blade upon landing.

[You have slain a Druid wolf]

'Mute all notifications.'

[Muted.]

He pulled the sword from the ground in an instant, and unleashed unforeseeable strikes at the wolves as they drew nearer. 

Their bodies were slashed to pieces. 

Gray paused the resorption of their organs before they were reabsorbed back into the ground. 

Using them as stepping stones, he leapt around, from spot to spot, killing more and more of the druid wolves. 

The mark felt amazing, as if time were slowing down. 

His sword was cutting through like butter. 

He kept swinging and swinging, slashing at slashing at every wooden thing he could see. 

Before he had even realised it, he had cleared all of the druid wolves in his area.