The wolf who had its throat pierced by Xandrax fell helplessly to the ground, as its four legs spasmed in its final death throes. It couldn’t stand up on its legs no matter how much it tried, as bright red blood leaked out from its wound.
The throat was the weak-point for almost every single living thing, and magical beasts were no exception. Right now, since the Blue Wolf had its throat skewered, its life was quickly fading. Even though it was trying to avoid the temptation of death, its struggle would not last long.
Xandrax relied on the nimbleness of his body to weave in and out of the pack of wolves, and he used his steel pole to leave behind stab wounds wherever he attacked. Despite being surrounded by 10 wolves, Xandrax had used his strange but unpredictable style of movement to do
