The three eroded demon wolves had clearly discovered Duke, the intruder. Their murky red eyes were locked firmly in his direction, and a low, mucus-rolling growl came from deep within their throats.
The corrosive energy emanating from their bodies was like tangible malevolence, resonating with the surrounding environment, making the air seem thick and oppressive.
Duke frowned. Dealing with these three creatures, which had not even reached level one, wasn't difficult, but he wanted to handle it more cleanly.
Although the erosion energy in the surroundings didn't affect the Wizard much, Duke still didn't want to be tainted by it.
These three creatures were already severely eroded, their bodies filled with dense erosion energy.
Duke watched as the three beasts charged toward him, but he decided against using sand to handle the situation.
Magic power surged within him, infusing into the two magic models in his mind—Fireball Technique and Tornado.
