That Abyssal Apostle was several times larger than a common Demon Wolf. Its fur was dark purple, its eyes flickered with crimson light, and its claws were wreathed in the eerie green of Abyssal Energy. A single swipe of its claws produced a sharp sound that seemed to tear the air itself.
One of the Swordsmen was carelessly caught by the wind from the claw strike. His armor was instantly ripped open, and a dark green venom seeped into the wound. He let out a blood-curdling grunt of pain and staggered back. Just as he was about to apply a potion, the Demon Wolf Apostle leaped and pounced. It tore his throat out in an instant, and blood gushed forth. Before his Fire of Faith could even disperse, it was completely devoured by the Demon Wolf Apostle in a single gulp, leaving only a withered corpse to collapse to the ground.
