"Ang!!!"
A long, deep wolf howl suddenly erupted from the depths of the night.
The sleek black winter wolf, with its mane swaying, lightly stepped forward under the moonlight, the fierce chill gusts it carried cutting through the crowd like countless sharp blades, stirring up showers of flesh and blood.
The Sha Hua Fishmen were relatively fine, their bodies covered in dense scales providing a barely sufficient defense; but for those Ebbtide Gang thugs who hadn't yet gained Professional Level, even a single second was too much to bear.
Many times, they couldn't even react, just hearing a wolf howl by their ears, the fierce distorted black shadow flashed briefly in their sight, and their originally healthy body was torn and ravaged by the chill gust into holes, screaming and fainting from the acute pain.
