The speed and strength of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf far surpassed that of the goblin.
Clang!
With a loud clang, the black goblin's hammer flew out of its grip. The Howling Moon Silver Wolf leapt at the opening, slapping a paw right onto the black goblin's forehead.
Bang!
It burst open like a watermelon.
Black blood splattered all over Little White, who was still locked in battle nearby.
Little White jumped up instantly, as if injected with adrenaline, and smacked another black goblin to death.
After killing the second goblin, Little White charged at the strongest goblin. That goblin had just gotten up, hammer raised, and grappled with Little White.
Relying on his speed, Little White managed to dodge the hammer every time, and the strongest goblin repeatedly got slashed with deep blood gashes.
Third Child hopped and skipped, his punches and kicks making the goblin howl in pain.
Third Child had one weakness—he treated fighting like playing a game.
