Chapter 378: The Hound of the Nouvelle Vague (4)
Sakkuth froze in the presence of the killing intent, a killing intent that could not even begin to compare to the killing intent that Garm had exuded just moments before.
It was so thick that it was almost visualized in the target's eyes.
It was the shape of a black dog, with bulging eyes, gaping maw, and razor-sharp teeth. It was like a blazing fire, ready to bite and tear the world apart.
And then, slowly, the one who exudes such deep killing intent revealed himself.
The dog that emerged from behind the gutted dog was no ordinary dog. It was a hound, It was also a hellish dog that specializes in biting and killing demons.
Vikir's red pupils reflected the shrinking of the dog.
"Stop right there."
The words were spoken in a calm tone, but there was a frighteningly understated violence in his voice.
Sakkuth recognized it and took a step back.
Two years earlier, Sakkuth had been beaten to a pulp once while arguing with Vikir.
'You should know whether you're the predator or the prey.'