Ye Hanzhang glanced at his junior brothers struggling against thirty demon soldiers, took a deep breath, and moved!

Almost simultaneously, the wolf-headed demon attacked him.

Its figure blurred into a black shadow, lunging straight at Ye Hanzhang's face, claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

Ye Hanzhang swiftly sidestepped, but his shoulder was still grazed, causing flesh to turn and blood to spurt.