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CLAAASH! CLAAASH! CLAAAASH!
The furious White Werewolf, Claw, attacked Darkbound back with wrathful and rapid attacks. His claws were as hard as metal and his kicks shattered his limbs one by one.
Despite being as strong as he was, Darkbound simply stood no chance against such a strong S Rank being such as Claw, and his army of Warrior and Knight Skeletons were being devastated by Claw's army of Werewolves and Beasts his tribe controlled.
BAAAM!
Darkbound barely resisted a powerful kick into his chest, falling into the snow-covered floor. His Magic Core slightly began to shatter with each hit, and his hard black armor began to tear down slowly…
"Hahahaha! What's wrong, skelly? Are you already tired? You seem like you're tearing down!" Claw laughed. "See boys? This is the problem with useless Undead. They're weak, lifeless, and stupid. They crumble apart instantly. They're pathetic. And the worst part is that they don't even leave some good meat to enjoy afterwards…"
