Boom!
Daddy Ye's axe smashed into the body of a large wolf, slicing into its fur and breaking the ribs. The other werewolves scrambled back, blasted away by the shockwave of his descent.
"Always making the loudest entrance."
Little Tiger yawned lazily, then jumped off the walls. His fall was slower, but the damage he caused wasn't any less. Countless werewolves fell to his blades, their blood staining the old streets. Most of them were at the first-level, with a few others of the second-level.
"Kill! Kill! Kill it all!"
He laughed childishly, welding his swords like chainsaws that shredded hides like paper. Soon, he was surrounded by corpses and was almost covered in dark red blood.
"Don't waste your energy on the weaker ones. The real threats are close behind."
Anna appeared like a ghost, warning him with a grave face. Little Tiger's eyes regained clarity instantly, and he stopped useless movements.
