But those wolves did not attack; instead, they suppressed their cruel killing intent, gradually moving away as if retreating...
Gu Changhuai and the others were stunned.
The rest looked at each other in dismay.
Yet they still did not dare to act rashly, instead patiently remaining on guard.
However, after thirty minutes, there was not a single trace of presence in the distance, as if all the Demon Cultivators had quietly withdrawn.
The group, who had been prepared for a great battle, couldn't help but feel a pang of confusion.
"Why did these Demon Cultivators suddenly retreat?"
"What happened?"
"Could it be a trap? Do they want us to let our guard down and then strike back when we're relaxed?"
The Golden Core Steward, who wielded dual hammers and had been transferred from another state boundary, speculated in a low voice.
