As the axe neared Kogan's palm, less than a centimeter away, the wolf violently jerked its body, dragging him away.
"Incredible..."
Kogan stared at his axe, now buried in the ground as he was pulled farther from it.
The angle of the throw—everything had been calculated. Considering the wolf's wild and random movements, the axe should have landed in his hand.
Now, everything had become—
"Strange."
Ling Shao cleaved a wolf in half with his sword.
"There are too many of them, and they're targeting me alone."
The number of wolves wasn't the issue—it was their behavior. It was… suicidal.
They hurled themselves at him from every direction, yet not a single one managed to leave even a scratch.
The rest of the squad was dealing with a few wolves on their own. After all, each wolf could give a Rank One individual a hard time, but the more refinement cycles one had completed, the easier it became to bring them down.
