83. Wrath of Vasilio

A rough breath escaped perfectly from the Lycan Zeno's muzzle. His eyes narrowed sharply. His growl was heavy and rough. Anyone who heard it would immediately shudder.

However, the red-haired man that Zeno killed just now was still able to get back up. He spat his blood momentarily to the left side. "I won't lose to you again, arrogant Lycan!"

Vasilio stretched out his hand, creating many small circular seals around it. Zeno sharpened his gaze. His brow wrinkled for a moment. It was not the elaborate seal he had found at the Lorence orphanage and Valeris forest earlier. If indeed Vasilio had learned it, why didn't the man use it to attack him now?

Before Zeno finished thinking, Vasilio launched an attack resulting from his seal. It was rushing towards the burly Lycan. Zeno jumped, repeatedly like someone in parkour just to avoid Vasilio's attack.

He ran fast with one hand looking golden. Get ready with the counterattack. However, his move was rendered meaningless by Vasilio. The demig