Boom!
White Wolf sent the longsword flying with a single punch, but his expression abruptly changed.
"Something's wrong!"
He looked down at his hand.
Among the black and white energies of life and death, the black energy had already wound itself around his hand and was rapidly spreading upward.
In the blink of an eye, his entire arm had turned pitch-black.
Swoosh!
At the same time, Silas's longsword came thrusting after him once more.
White Wolf no longer dared use the arm saturated with death energy. Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to swing his other fist.
Boom!
Fist and sword collided with a metallic clang, sending sparks flying in every direction.
However, that death energy clung to him like a curse buried deep in his bones. In an instant, it stained his other uninjured arm the same lifeless shade of black.
That was the color of death.
An omen that life itself was about to be severed.
Whoosh!
