"Awooo—!"
The White Wolf King stretched its neck and howled, its blood-red mouth looking especially eerie in the light of the bonfire. Its snow-white fur seemed to tremble, and the howl carried a fierce murderous aura, as if it wanted to pierce the dark night sky, arrogant and full of dominance.
"Awooo—!" Dozens of wolf howls responded, the sound rolling into the night like thunder, carrying a ferocious momentum, as if they wanted to shatter the entire night sky. The sound lingered in the canyon for a long time.
Luo Zheng knew an attack was imminent at the sound of howling and quickly locked onto the White Wolf King. He planned to capture the leader first, take down the White Wolf King, and the wolf pack would retreat, giving them a chance to withdraw. As for the pursuit that might happen after the wolf pack selected a new king, they would deal with it then; the immediate crisis was the priority.
