บท 484: Lightning Cage

John's scythe sliced outwards towards one of the wolves. It bared its teeth and bit out at his scythe, resulting in a series of sparks being thrown out.

'Wow, those fangs are hard enough to block my pseudo–Heaven Tribulation grade scythe? Impressive.'

Peng!

Peng!

Peng!

John's scythe twirled in an endless flowing fashion as he utilized the scythe arts learned from the ancient battlefield to the best of his abilities. The wolves lunged out at him continuously, using both claws and fangs to attack him.

The innate ability that the wolves used to instill darkness on the area also seemed to slightly warp divine senses, which was a strange feeling to John. This was one of the most blinded fights he had ever been in, and was relying purely on instinct and quick reactions to fight against the wolves. With his current level of power being used, he found himself in a stalemate against the wolves, as his scythe was mostly used defensively at the moment.