Only to be at the mercy of others.
At this moment, the Grey Wolf King looked down at the immobile White Tiger, his face filled with arrogance and dominance.
Little Tiger King, today is your day, isn't it? Once you're dead, there will only be one king in this Mist Forest, and that person will be me.
Awoooo...
The Grey Wolf King roared, followed by the surrounding wolf pack joining in with their howls, creating an impressive momentum.
It was as if they were prematurely celebrating their king's accession to the throne.
With a mighty roar, the Grey Wolf King looked down at the Little White Tiger pinned beneath his paw, his face displaying the smile of a victor.
He opened his mouth wide, aiming at the Little White Tiger's throat. With one bite, the Little Tiger King would undoubtedly die, and he would become the strongest ruler in this forest.
At that moment, the Little White Tiger, head pinned down, glanced toward the cave.
