C1083 A Play in Desperate Straits

The light was cyan in color.

He didn't have the slightest bit of vigor.

If it wasn't for the fact that Linke was sprawled on the ground, he probably wouldn't have noticed the commotion in the sky.

But the black-robed man noticed.

Even if a werewolf were to scratch his shoulder, he would still be forced to retreat three hundred meters.

The reactions of the two werewolves were a beat slower