Chapter 332 - 135 Red-eyed Leonard Churchill_2

Chapter 332: Chapter 135 Red-eyed Leonard Churchill_2

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Leonard Churchill, his eyes aflame with a fierce red, was still basking in the feeling of freedom, like he had been incarcerated for too long.

He was laughing, his body trembling with giddiness.

This wasn’t fear.

It was excitement, eagerness, and frenzy!

Like the trembling before a volcanic eruption.

At the moment, he had a pent-up urge to vent these suppressed emotions.

Suddenly!

The red glow in his eyes became icy cold.

“Bang!”

A gust of air exploded.

The imposing figure of the werewolf had disappeared there and then.

Like it was delayed a moment, the cement ground where Leonard had stood before was now depressed as if a high-pressure explosion had created a web of cracks.

At the same time, a surge of air visible to the naked eye pushed outwards swiftly.

The view was momentarily lost.

Ada sensed something was wrong, but before she could react to what had happened, she felt a sense of suffocation come over her.

When she regained her senses, she found herself choking and hanging in mid-air.

She was on the second tier!

How can this guy be so remarkably fast?!

Panic-stricken, Ada stared with wide eyes. In her view, the wolf’s face was still smiling, yet its murderous intent was tangible as a needle.

Leonard with flaming red eyes looked at Ada in his hand and gave a jesting laugh: “I warned you, you don’t leave, I can’t resist murdering you.”

His five fingers tightened, and a faint sound suggested that muscle tissues were about to tear apart.

In an instant, Ada felt suffocated and faced an enormous terror of death.

However, before she could call upon her life-saving tactics, the strangulation around her neck mysteriously disappeared.

The werewolf had already killed the fourth member of his team with a counterattack.

The Black Knight’s face darkened. Swinging his giant axe, he charged.

No matter what, he thought, he had to obstruct this brute for a moment.

But to his disbelief, instead of running away, the werewolf turned around and threw a punch at him.

The Black Knight, unafraid, counted on his heavy armor. How could he be scared of such an attack?

He quietly drew the mechanical steel rope from around his waist, planning to ensnare the werewolf when it got close enough.

“Boom!”

A muffled sound, like the toll of a bell, echoed.

The speed of the werewolf exceeded his expectations.

The strange force on the fist seemed to permeate through the armor, dealing a heavy blow to the heart of the Black Knight.

Through the gap in his helmet, a pair of eyes expressed horror, and blood veins instantly filled them.

With a clatter, the Black Knight fell to his knees in front of the werewolf, the steel rope in his hand not yet drawn.

The werewolf tilted his head to one side, looking at the corpse on the ground.

Apparently, he didn’t find the kill satisfying and started to chuckle eerily, “So weak...”

Killing such weak enemies gave him no thrill.

This was not a frost knight, but merely some rank-and-file soldiers nurtured by the Miller Family.

Before his words fell, the werewolf had again disappeared into the mist.

This region of architectural ruins was already unlit, utterly black.

The deliberately spread fog made it even harder to see through, even for those with exceptional night vision—most of their senses were impaired.

But for a werewolf of the Abyssal Clan, this was undoubtedly their home field.

The werewolf’s sense of hearing and smell could capture the enemies lurking in the fog sharply.

The number of enemies, their professions, their precise locations...

He could even discern the enemies’ tier based on the heaviness of their breathing and the agility of their footsteps.

Leonard, with his red eyes, was like a ghost weaving through the fog.

Wherever he passed, screams could be heard.

He, alone encircled and trapped, swooped, pulled and tore his enemies’s lives. In a very short period, several five-man teams lost their lives under his claws.