"Hurricane Wolf…"
This was another Intermediate Demon, comparable in bloodline strength to the Crimson Flame Tiger. Such Demons reach at least Level 5 upon reaching adulthood, but this one was clearly no ordinary adult—it was stronger.
Just as Lin Mo had guessed, it was at least Level 6.
Before Lin Mo could even react, Shefilya, who had been trailing behind him, suddenly moved. She shot forward like an arrow, reaching the Hurricane Wolf in the blink of an eye. With a flicker of her body, she effortlessly dodged its attack the very instant it lunged, as if she had predicted its every move.
The next moment, a Flying Knife sank into the side of the Hurricane Wolf's neck. The creature, so arrogant and seemingly invincible just a moment ago, let out a piteous whine and collapsed, its body going stiff.
'That fast? That simple?'
Although Lin Mo had just asked Shefilya for help, he never expected the fight to be over so easily.
