Joan was staring at the sky, looking at the hovering enemies. Encircling them at their top. Just as he saw the enemies, he started walking forward. Breathing deeply as he let out his beast aura. It was an aura none other than white.

The basic aura that makes you have a sight in the dark, as well as a keener sense of smell and hearing. Even more acute reaction speed for him to have.

A gushing aura was emitted from his body.. All were being seen by the enemies and allies alike. As he stepped forward, his pets were also following him. Calmly moving as he moved on. Step by step without hurrying at their pace.

Wolves were growling with their white teeth being shown to the enemies. Five on the left of Joan and five on his right. Crows were flying on his top and were cawing. Flapping their wings tirelessly.

“Everyone, let us put up a good fight. No one will die as long as I’m here. Understood?” Joan instructed.

“This brings back memories master!” Canine said to him.

“Yeah!” Tengu seconded.

“Ah, it was a long time since we’ve done this. Time to crack some bones and rend some flesh!” He said and then growled.

Joan then cracked his neck and then was on his fours.

The enemies haven’t seen a Lycan so confident as him in their lives. Maybe he was the first of the kind. Being calm while seeing their transformation first-hand and face to face.

It made them wonder where their confidence came from. As soon as enemies saw them being ready, they attacked and dived at them.

“I missed these kinds of fights!” Joan said to them.

Soon after, the enemies assaulted Joan. The first one to arrive was swatted to the side by smacking its face with the back of his hand and the one next was grabbed by the neck.

Making the horrendous beast be choked. Joan then grabbed the waist then ripped it from the upper body. Making the beast shriek in pain.

Wolves then jumped at them. Colliding with the enemies of the air. Others bit them on the neck and they soon twisted their bodies. Shaking the enemies while being on jaw-locked.

Crows pecked their eyes and it made them a great blunder. Other’s eyeballs were ripped from their sockets. Making the small feathered flock horrendous to their sense. It was the first too in their lives that they were all accurately pecked in their eyes without even expecting it to happen.

Wolves jumped into the air and bit their wings as they were disabled with their sights. Making them fall to the ground and then breathed while in pain.

Their sufferings were seen, so the wolves snapped their necks like a twisted twig. They all were slowly hunted down one by one and it was the least they imagined. They thought that they will be the ones to hunt them down but all the tables were turned against them.

A feeling of confusion and distress mixed with dread was in their minds. They thought that they have superior passive skills as they have elemental resistance but they forgot one thing. They were susceptible to physical damage, which made them bit their lips.

Soon after, their numbers dwindled. It was something they can’t do about a thing. Making the others think twice before attacking. Soon after, they assaulted their last efforts. They clawed the wolves and the wolves were slashed.

Making them whimper but they regenerated quickly. Making Joan use his mana to regenerate them. Upon discovering that their enemies regenerated, they were soon all taken aback. It was a very rare skill to regenerate the flesh of the pets but the enemy on their front was doing it.

They pondered what kind of Lycan was their enemy. It was soon they realized that their numbers can only be counted by numbers.

Upon gaining their newfound power, they thought that it will turn the tides in their favour. But it was not enough to shake off the enemy. Making them attack like they were war-shocked. Diving at him while screaming.

They assaulted Joan which was waiting for them but the crows dived at them and blocked their sights. They soon were perplexed and their vision of Joan was hindered by them.

Just as they all panicked and swatted them off, Joan jumped at them one by one and bit their wings off. Making them become flightless beast. Turning them into a normal goatman.

Soon after, Joan slashed their necks with his claws and it snapped like a twig. Enough to separate the head from the neck.

It was spraying their blood in the air with every clawed head. Making them panic a bit. One by one was killed and they all laughed. Wolves and crows alike. Soon after they saw a lone lesser demon flying in the air. Smirking with its bulging red eyes and its hands inside its armpits.

“You have done well, it was so long since I disguised in this form but here I am looking at my enemy with such crude form. Shall I praise you? You are pretty strong for a Lycan!” He said to him then bowed down. Being polite even with its grotesque face.

Joan can only raise his eyebrows. Thinking that all enemies were all killed. Showing disrespect to the polite demon was something he wouldn’t do at the current mood or moment.

“You are very very kind dear sir? Can you do that in your human form next time? It would be more pleasing in the sight! And more persuasive!” Joan said to him then winked. He showed his teeth then tooth-picking his teeth with his claws. It seemed that something was stuck inside.

“Hahahah! You are funny, Okay! But if you defeat my higher form.” He said then he emitted a dark violet aura.

“You can rest assured that you will not be dismayed, my dear.” Joan brandished his claws. Making sparks as he did.

Soon after, the enemy began to transform. The dark purple aura was absorbed by the said being and enveloped its body entirely. The aura was rotating and encircling his body. Growling like a dragon that woke up from its slumber. A new being appeared after his successful transformation.

[Greater demon transformation]

He transformed into a dragon-like face with two horns in its head. Bulging body while broad shoulders. It was standing upright and wings of a bat on its back. The Canine on its lower jaw was larger than its top. All were protruding outside its scaly mouth. The skin on its back was scaly and its limbs were leathery. A humanoid dragon. Making its form majestic compared from before.

[Greater demon transformation]–a higher form of devil. They were masters of lesser demons in their realm. Resistant to all elements and blade damage. Strong against piercing damage and weak against blunt damages.

Joan then was impressed, he was looking at it with a newfound respect and newfound respect has only one meaning. A better beating to the enemy, better than before.

Joan can only smile in the process. His enemy has more majestic form than he has. Making him have a little bit of annoyance at their forms. Some of them look strong and grotesque but weak to beatings. Making Joan to lost happiness when they surrendered to his tortures in the past.

He then was having high respect for this creature as it can talk in the lesser demon form. They were the ones who hide their powers and pretend to be weak.