Stretching out his skeletal hand, Ragnar directly caught Andrew's massive black-red sword strike. Then, with a forceful squeeze, using only his physical strength, he crushed the sword beam to pieces.

Andrew stood atop the fortress, holding Godslayer, coldly watching Ragnar rise into the air.

The latter examined Andrew and spoke in a raspy voice. "A man from Holtrien? How did you end up mixed up with the Highland Tribe?"

Andrew did not answer but asked back, "Which werewolf progenitor are you?"

Ragnar smiled grimly. "The Third Progenitor, Lord Ragnar Marrock. Now that you know my esteemed name, get on your knees and let me drain your brain and rip out your spine. Don't worry. I won't tear you apart directly. I'll transform you into one of my servants, making you an undead for eternity to serve me!"

Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!"

Ragnar suddenly flew into a rage, opening his mouth to let out a beast-like