"Crunch..."
The metallic outer shell of a transport vehicle, buried under collapsed snow, suddenly trembled.
The Wolf King's narrow vertical pupils rapidly contracted, a low growl of retreat issued from its throat, as the wolf pack retreated, they looked around in confusion, without finding the source of danger.
Without any warning, metal spikes fiercely shot out from the snow, like earth spikes, radiating outward from the convoy at their core. In the face of this rapid assault, even Tier Two wolf beasts couldn't react in time and were pierced on the spot.
Caught off guard, only a few Tier Three could respond, either quickly retreating or using sharp teeth to bite through steel.
The sound of beast roars and tearing flesh resounded, as if a flower of blood bloomed on the snow plain.
