Under the moonlight, the werewolves surged forward.
Their coordination couldn't be called seamless; after all, it was a cobbled-together family, secretly hoping other factions would lose power.
This was the only chance for the two of them.
He exchanged a glance with Lavinia, nodded slightly, and a layer of black scale armor emerged from his heart, swiftly spreading across his body, and the already intense heat wave climbed even higher.
This wasn't a complete half-dragon transformation; at most, it was an expression stimulated by the Bloodfall, awakening the Dragon Bloodline.
This state added limited power to Losa's strength, but the endurance was greatly enhanced.
"Decree·Delay!"
The attacking werewolves immediately slowed down visibly.
Following closely was the terrifying pressure of the Dark Lord.
The phantom of the demon dragon loomed over the dark street, its golden eyes like two gas lamps, daunting to behold.
