Quiet forest.
Sunlight filters through layers of leaves, projecting onto the ground.
Three men and one woman face an exceptionally large wild wolf, in a standoff.
"Argh!"
In front, the wolf with gray fur and bone spikes protruding from its back lets out a low roar, its limbs clawing the ground. Its body instantly turns into a phantom, carrying a gust, rushing towards the middle-aged man holding the knife, swift as flowing light.
"Step back."
The Bearded Man roared, elevating all his True Yuan, stamping his foot, and his whole being shot out like a cannonball towards the gray wolf, with a determined gleam in his eyes.
In life and death, the brave win when paths cross!
"Master, be careful..."
"Dad, be careful."
"Ha!"
The Bearded Man's Puda in his hand sliced through the air, wielding with floating light and shadows, balancing speed and power, the blade forming a bizarre arc.
