"Ah——"
Grey Eagle let out a distorted scream, only feeling a chill rush from his tailbone straight to the top of his skull.
His right hand released the handle of the dagger as if shocked, rapidly retreating and falling into the muddy water.
He knew that this former subordinate in front of him had completely turned into a bloodthirsty evil ghost crawling out of Hell.
Old Dog paid no attention to Grey Eagle who had fallen to the ground.
It grabbed the three-edged military dagger stuck in the muscle of its back with a reverse grip and pulled it out forcefully.
Tossed it carelessly into the nearby mud, bringing up a string of dark blood beads.
Immediately after, it used all four limbs, like a raging wild beast, and pounced towards the nearest Black Bull and Flying Knife.
"Fight it to the death!"
Black Bull and Flying Knife had nowhere to retreat, could only grit their teeth and raise their weapons to counter.
