The werewolf's claws were incredibly sharp, and the tips of the claws unleashed wind blades, slicing through the stones, shattering them.
However, when the wolf claws swept over the Demon King, his figure shattered like a bubble, merely an illusion.
Norris snapped out of his surprise upon suddenly seeing Karen and shouted anxiously, "That's the Demon King, you're no match! Run and tell the boss!"
But Karen didn't run at all. Missing her target didn't stop her; she charged directly in front of Norris.
"What doesn't the boss know? There's no need for me to tell! You're the one who needs saving!" Karen said, swinging her wolf claws again, tearing apart the slime binding Norris, freeing him.
"Werewolf..." The Demon King's voice came from above the two, containing a hint of nostalgia.
Unfortunately, this nostalgia did not buy them any time, as the magic power in the air began to gather in the Demon King's palm.
"Run!"
Karen shouted, and Norris didn't hesitate to turn and run.
