Allen cut off a wolf's front leg with a sword and flew backward, just avoiding the wolf's desperate counterattack.
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Allen's eyes. He leaped forward. Gray wolf felt that something was wrong and wanted to dodge, but what Allen grabbed was the node where its old strength had been used up and its new strength had not been born. In addition, its front leg had been cut off by Allen, so it could only look at the whereabouts of the knight sword in despair.
Swish! Swish!
Allen watched the dead wolf put his sword back into its sheath.
This kind of beast was really cunning. Sometimes it would pretend to be dead, but this one in front of him was not included.
Allen thought he might be really ignorant if it could still live without its head.
"Have you solved it?"
The bushes in front of him were kicked open by a bigfoot.