The werewolf almost didn't dodge or flinch, swiping a claw straight at her head.
Han Dong raised her hand, trying to block it.
Even if she died, she wanted to fight for one more moment.
But just then, an arm shot out from above her shoulder, slamming a fist onto the werewolf's claw.
The terrifying, savage werewolf in front of her, the flames it had kept hidden to avoid pursuit burst forth now, as if the shackles had been broken, firelight flaring from its exploding body.
Just as the flames were about to engulf Han Dong—
A surge of transparent energy wrapped around the arm, blocking the flames. Han Dong watched as the werewolf shattered before her eyes.
Her jaw dropped. She turned around to look behind her.
All she saw was a blurry figure darting up the mountain, quickly vanishing from her sight.
"Jiang Feng... was that you?"
Han Dong called out.
She instinctively thought of Jiang Feng.
But that person was too fast—she simply couldn't see clearly.
"Dong'er!"
"Dong'er!"
