Realizing he had been tricked, Viktor let out a furious roar as his massive claws slammed forward. By his estimation, this human should have had his skull crushed instantly.

However, the greatsword in the man's hands swung wide and powerful, and it was impossibly sharp. In a single stroke, it sliced straight through Viktor's werewolf flesh.

Blood gushed out as Viktor howled in pain, seeing stars. He crashed headfirst into the muddy water with a loud thud, then immediately rolled back up.

Viktor's remaining eye burned crimson as it locked onto Andrew, filled with pure rage and malice. He roared, quickly proving himself worthy of being a Wolf Lord. Even heavily injured, he unleashed a crushing offensive.

Andrew's eyes turned cold, calm without a trace of warmth. Rather than clashing head-on with this berserk werewolf, he kept dodging.

The crazed werewolf shattered tree after tree in the swamp, leaving devastation everywhere.

Midair, Andrew twisted his waist to an extreme degree. He