Andrew gripped his sword with both hands and dragged it downward at an angle from Kaelan's shoulder all the way to his wrist. A gash nearly six feet long opened up, revealing bright red muscle tissue and thick bone beneath.

Blood poured out even faster.

Kaelan clutched his wounded arm with his other hand, panting heavily.

Andrew turned to face him from just 30 feet away, his savage grin growing more pronounced.

Neither spoke, and the battle had reached its true life-or-death moment. Andrew lowered his body again, and the corners of his mouth stretched even farther.

At this moment, if someone claimed Andrew was a high-level vampire, no one would doubt it.

Kaelan stared at the black and crimson swirling in his opponent's eyes, feeling an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He thought this human was a freak. What shocked him even more was that the wound on his arm refused to close.

For a Werewolf Lord, muscle regeneration and sealing a wound should have been basic. Yet now, the