The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 388 Escape

"Roar--"

The power in the roar seemed to divide the mind and body into two parts. Clayton had no fear in his heart, but his body showed a tense reaction of extreme fear. The flow of blood suddenly slowed down, his body became sluggish, and the swinging of his arms and legs became stiff.

At the same time, his eyes darkened and his vision became blurred, and he could not see the window that was close to him.

He vaguely saw a figure blocking the road out of the corner of his eye, and when he regained his vision, he found that there were clearly two werewolves standing there.

After receiving Opiros' order, these werewolves went all out. They did not adjust their clothes to be suitable for transformation in advance, but transformed at the fastest speed. The beast muscles wrapped in black fur expanded unrestrainedly, tearing the clothes on their bodies.

The animal smell and heat in the room instantly changed to a completely different level from the previous moment.

Clayton and Lavine also transformed at the same time.

With the howling sounds, it was discovered that there was no werewolf still in human form on the sixth floor of the tower except Opiros.

Elder Maxim still had his eyes closed in prayer, as if he couldn't see what was happening before his eyes.

Three werewolves pounced on Clayton, the Lind father and daughter and another red-eyed fang, while Lavine was assigned four opponents.

In an instant, Clayton had completed the formulation of tactics. He did not care about the two teeth, but sank his body and mercilessly charged at Lydia, the weakest of his opponents.

Lydia's abdomen was hit by his shoulder, and he lifted her up and carried her on his shoulder. She stretched out her claws and scratched Clayton's back frantically, but his skin and muscles were thicker than she expected. In a short time, her claws could only break through the skin, leaving a trail of blood.

Lind came after him, wanting to support his daughter.

Withstanding the constant damage from the female wolf behind him, Clayton grabbed Lydia's long furry legs and turned around, holding her at Lind like an armed cloak.

As a father, it is difficult for Lind to attack from this angle as he needs to avoid accidentally hurting his daughter.

He changed his pace to maintain the blockade formation, but he did not dare to exchange a more advantageous position with the red-eyed Fang, because his compatriot would not show mercy to Lydia while standing here.

So Clayton only had to deal with the red-eyed fang.

This werewolf looked extremely strong, with muscles from neck to shoulders connected into one piece, looking as strong as a shark, and two feet taller than Clayton. Apart from Elder Maxim, it was the largest werewolf here. Even in werewolf form, its lower body was still wearing a pair of golden trousers, the trouser legs tightened at the ankles of its anti-jointed wolf legs.

"Put that girl down, and let me, the former leader of the Black Claw, Xiu Lien, be your opponent alone!"

His identity as the former patriarch already shows that he is not a weak person.

If he were to rely on rational thinking, Clayton should never fight with such a character, but driven by his unstoppable desire to fight, he accepted the challenge without hesitation. However, Xiu Lien was no match for him while carrying a heavy werewolf on his back. He immediately threw Lydia to her father and focused on dealing with the powerful enemy.

After catching his daughter, Linde did not move forward. He watched with a complicated expression as the two strong black werewolves collided and bit each other at the same time.

In just the first blow, Clayton clearly heard the sound of his arm bone breaking, but he was not afraid. While his fangs bit back on the opponent's thick right arm, the outline of his front claws was also heavily imprinted on the opponent's left chest, tearing the rubber-tough muscles.

Xiulien ignored the intense pain of his flesh being cut and his bones piercing. He grabbed Clayton's well-developed shoulders and chest with his claws, crouched slightly with his beast-like legs to gather strength, and then with a kick, he instantly crossed a distance of seven yards and pushed his prey into the stone wall at the end of his sight. The heavy blow caused Clayton to suffer serious injuries immediately, and the spurting blood dyed Xiulien's wolf face red, which complemented his red eyes.

This blow did not make Clayton lose his fighting power. The pain made him ferocious and he roared wildly.

Xiu Lien's claws nailed his upper body firmly to the wall. He used this as a starting point to exert his strength, and reluctantly raised his legs and curled up his abdomen, then kicked Xiu Lien's abdomen fiercely with his beastly feet.

The razor-like wolf claws pierced through the thick fur, leaving eight deep cuts, almost cutting open the unprotected abdomen of the former patriarch. Finally, he subconsciously released his claws that were holding Clayton, and retreated between Lind and his daughter, covering his abdomen.

The two werewolves who were still in good condition stepped forward at the same time, ready to fight Clayton, but Xiu Lien's claws pulled them back from behind.

"He's mine!" the mighty werewolf roared loudly with joy and dominance.

Controlling his energy to heal the wound, after just a few breaths, the wound on Xiu Lien's abdomen had recovered to the appearance of an old wound. On the other side of him, Clayton's wound was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye - the experience of the fairyland made the werewolves of the Belle family very adaptable to this healing power.

One red and the other yellow, the two wolves only had each other in their eyes. The next moment, the two werewolves collided with each other again with great force.

As they fought fiercely, blood and black wolf hair splattered in the air and the roars continued.

Behind them was a relatively quiet battlefield. The smallest werewolf, Lavin, was fighting alone against many werewolves. The four werewolves were unable to defeat him for a while. This was not because he was brave and good at fighting, but because his despicableness exceeded everyone's expectations. When the four executioners surrounded him, Lavin actually got under the crotch of one of them, opened his mouth and bit the opponent's vital part and tore it hard.

Even though these werewolves were experienced in battle and fearless, they had never expected that one of their kind would do such a thing.

Shameless and unhygienic.

The werewolf attacked by Lavin fell down without a sound, and the other executioners were all stunned. During this gap, Lavin suddenly took out a syringe and stabbed the fallen opponent, then turned around and stabbed himself. After this action, his body quickly expanded again and became as strong as the fallen opponent.

This was an unexpected gain for him on the road.

Maybe I can't save his life today, but I can definitely make him struggle for a while longer.

With a stronger body, he soon tangled with the executioners again, and it looked like it might take them a minute or two to subdue him.

"That's enough, disperse."

Seeing what Lavein did, Opiros frowned and waved away his men, then took a step forward towards the lonely Lavein. The dark cloak behind him suddenly extended and swept towards Lavein like a flag fluttering in the wind.

Due to the ability of the Shadow Cloak, the shadow space it creates can also be used as a duel arena.

He was reluctant to do it himself, but since his father was interested in fighting the enemy, he had the idea of ​​fighting alongside his father for the first time in a long time.

Just when the black silk almost completely wrapped up Lavin, a hand pulled him out of the shadow. Not only did Opiros show a look of astonishment, but even Lavin himself couldn't help but look back at his benefactor to see who would lend a helping hand when surrounded by enemies.

The person who rescued him was, of course, Clayton.

Less than a minute into the fight with the former leader of the Black Claw clan, Clayton was already covered in wounds, with multiple fractures, and the skin from his chest to his ribs was torn off, revealing bloody muscles and white ribs. In order to drag Lavine out of Opiros' attack range, he was hit by Xiu Lien again. Even with his extraordinary recovery ability, this was definitely not a pleasant experience.

Even with the fighting spirit and arrogance in his blood, Clayton Bello realized that continuing to fight with Xiu Lien would only lead to death.

He has to save himself.

Without exchanging words, Clayton dragged Lavine towards the window.

In order to make room for the former chief to duel, Lind and his daughter retreated to a corner, and the werewolves who were fighting against Lavein were repelled by the current chief. Now their way forward was wide open.

The werewolves of the Black Claw clan can still influence him with their battle cries, but he has figured out the pattern and can resist a little.

The only ones who were able to stop them were Xiu Lien who looked disappointed and Maxim who closed his eyes and prayed, but no matter who took action, Clayton would immediately push Lavin out to buy himself some time.

Lavine was important to his subsequent escape route, but he was just an insurance policy.

Looking at the two fleeing werewolves, Opiros frowned. Although they were all sinners, he never thought that they would help each other. Did this action mean that the Hutton family had already colluded with the Elders' Council of Sasha City?

But now is not the time to think. Since the chief who decided to take action did not pursue, the other werewolves also looked over immediately, hoping to know his opinion.

This action cost them nearly two seconds, and Clayton and Lavine had already reached the window.

Opiros could no longer think, and he called out loudly, "Elder Maximus!"

The huge werewolf elder, whose eyes were already closed, let out a helpless sigh, then opened his white eyes, which could not see anything clearly to begin with, and scratched the ground with his left front paw. His sharp five fingers wrapped around a stack of white porcelain plates used to hold food, and he clenched his fingers to crush the plates into pieces. Then he swung his left arm violently at the two fleeing werewolves.

The mere movement of swinging his arms created a gust of wind and caused a sharp whistle.

Numerous white porcelain fragments shot towards Clayton and Lavin at a speed that the other werewolves could not see clearly, like shotgun shells.

Clayton considered the possibility of Maxim's attack, and pulled Lavine between them when Opiros called out its name, but this move had little effect.

The fragments penetrated from Lavine's back, then passed through the muscles, bones, and another layer of fur that contained the power of the curse, and then hit him from the front, blasting into Clayton's torso with almost no reduction in power, repeating the previous experience.

Without a single wail, the seriously injured Clayton dragged Lavine's body out of the window by inertia.

Before he lost consciousness, he tried his best to cushion Lavine under him so that he could face the water surface that seemed to become hard when hit at high speed.