The Graceful Wolf

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Zonah was at a slight disadvantage compared to the Flying Creek Snow Wolf in terms of speed.

His arm was completely exposed in front of the Flying Creek Snow Wolf. The Flying Creek Snow Wolf was not greedy, but he would not miss out on the opportunity to tear off his enemy's arm.

"Rock Flesh!"

Zonah's arm shuddered. Black mud suddenly surfaced on his tanned skin and quickly solidified, forming a layer of ceramic around his arm. 

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf failed to bite through the protective cast, as he did not want to break his teeth. He instead flung Zonah into the air with a casual toss of his neck.

Zonah was a little dizzy from the spin. He heard the wolf howling as he was falling to the ground.

An icy stalagmite suddenly emerged from the ground. Its sharp point was stabbing right at Zonah as he was falling from the sky.