Chapter 291: Kill Him!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Anselm roared at the looming figure and the huge paw. He didn’t panic; instead, he took a step forward and promptly turned into a three-ter-tall werewolf.
He was now covered in grayish black fur, his claws long and sharp. He jumped up, leaving the paved ground cracked, reached out his red-gleaming claws, and went straight for the bear.
The werewolf’s claws ripped the bear’s chest open, leaving a horrible wound, while the bear’s paw punched the werewolf’s face so hard that a tooth went flying out of his mouth.
The mont they landed on the ground, they ca at each other again, fists flying, and claws flashing.
They were furious, savage, and unbelievably fast.
Their brutal power crushed the ground and ripped trees, blood flying everywhere. The custors were flabbergasted; it was not a scene they saw every day here in Chaos City. Thrilling was not enough to describe it.
By then, the white cat had jumped out. A green light appeared on her forehead, and the green band between them had beco brighter.
And then the bear was surrounded by green lights, which were flooding into his wounds. He stopped bleeding, his injuries were healing fast, and his size had grown. He punched Anselm and sent him flying.
Anselm dug his claws into the ground, leaving deep grooves before he finally stopped. Blood ca out of his mouth. “Get her!” he roared.
Three hunters loosed the arrows, and then they turned into two-ter-tall werewolves and jumped at her. They had been hunting together for many years; they were a well-oiled team in combat. They decided to kill the healer first.
There was nervousness in Xixi’s light golden eyes. She moved faster on the wall, zigzagging to dodge all three arrows, and threw several black seeds onto the ground, which instantly sprouted up into green vines and shot out to grab the three werewolves.
They’re dryads? Urien thought as he looked at the white cat and the big bear. If my mory serves right, the heart of the World Tree has gone missing. Could it be...
Lulu pounced on Anselm again, and punched him so hard that his wolf head went into the ground.
“Boss!” cried the other werewolves in shock. They’d never thought Lulu was able to take him on.
The three werewolves tore the vines off themselves. Instead of going after Xixi, they surrounded Lulu; they knew well enough that the white, nimble cat was not easy to catch.
It was impossible, however, for the bear to escape. Powerful though Lulu was, without Xixi’s magic, he couldn’t even beat Anselm.
They just needed to capture the bear; they knew the cat would never leave him behind.
Lulu kept punching him on the head. It seed like he had dominated the fight.
Suddenly, the moon appeared from behind the clouds, exciting the werewolves.
A red light exploded around Anselm, and his claws sprang up and tore the bear’s chest open. Then he kicked him in the belly, and sent him flying away and crashing through a few trees.
Anselm rose slowly to his feet. “Blood moon, give strength!” His mutilated head started healing quickly. His hair grew longer and turned red like flas.
“Kill him!” Anselm said with a cruel smile. His wounds had completely healed up. He looked even more frightening than before, now having half-a-ter-long claws.
They had all beco werewolves at last, darting towards Lulu. It looked like they were about to tear him to shreds.
“Run!” Lulu called out to Xixi. His wounds were horribly deep, and the red light around them was preventing them from healing. Leaning against a big tree, he stood up, glaring fiercely at his enemies.
“No!” Xixi cried out in a shrill voice. She jumped towards the werewolves from the top of the restaurant, hurled a handful of seeds—which sprouted up and turned into a large vine net above the werewolves—in the air, and tried to get to Lulu.
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