As the number of Werewolves grew, the stamina of everyone present began to wane. Even Moran, the most energetic of the group, could not withstand the war of attrition and was left panting heavily.
"Yuanchu... Yuanchu... There are... really... so many of these..."
After Moran once again knocked away a Werewolf lunging at him, his fist, which had been suspended in mid-air, dropped limply from sheer exhaustion.
Chapter 196