Gray Wolf was clearly no fool. He was playing a waiting game, letting his enemy tire themselves out.
This was also a form of psychological manipulation.
Even if his opponents fled overnight, the fact they could wipe out Scar's squad meant they had a significant number of survivors. The psychological pressure, combined with a night of exhaustion, would only lead them to their doom.
Because no matter where they ran, they couldn't escape.
As Gray Wolf thought this, he glanced toward a nearby post where two large hounds were tied.
These were his two prized possessions, and their specialty was tracking.
Outside, the sky was gradually darkening.
Lu Feng was heading back to the bank encampment when he slapped his forehead, not having gone far. He realized he hadn't thought things through properly.
'Damn it, why do I have to travel on foot?'
