Lotcar's crimson eyes reflected the approaching figure of Yang Yu, his hind legs powering him forward as he lunged at Yang Yu, claws bared, fully perceiving Yang Yu as his enemy.
The bright, sharp claws streaked through the darkness, as if they could easily tear Yang Yu to pieces.
Yang Yu positioned his sword horizontally in front of him, and the clear sound of the collision echoed through the streets as he blocked Lotcar's strike.
But the block only lasted a moment.
Even though Lotcar was under a curse, weakened in all attributes, the strength he possessed was still far beyond Yang Yu's; plus, Lotcar had the advantage of size. With his massive body alone, he was enough to overwhelm Yang Yu—only a fool would confront him head-on.
With an illusory thrust, Yang Yu retracted his sword, took a step back, and let Lotcar's claws swing through empty air, slamming into the solid ground.
