The Centurion roared madly, but the scorching Dragon Flame clung to him like a bone parasite. No matter how his flesh and blood proliferated and regenerated, they couldn't extinguish it, instead subjecting him to even more terrifying pain repetitively.
The werewolves on the side felt their scalps tingle just watching their leader struggle in agony.
It must be so painful to make their ever-tough leader emit such a mournful scream.
Losa raised his sword with both hands and decisively chopped off the Centurion's head.
Boom——
The lifeless Centurion's recovery ability was reduced to zero, and in the blink of an eye, he was burned into black ashes.
Whew!
Losa twirled his sword, the flames roaring with the sound of wind through the air.
He stretched out his fingers and gently hooked them.
The werewolves looked at each other, hesitating for a moment.
