Over a hundred Shadow Wolves slowly fanned out, forming a semicircle around them. Their movements were coordinated, like a highly trained army.
There were no roars, no snarls—only a sense of spiritual pressure that washed over them like a tide.
Ian set down the crystal he was holding and calmly swept his gaze over the pack.
"Gaga."
"Present!" The little guy's voice was filled with excitement.
"Same as always. You harvest, I clear the field."
"Got it!"
The instant the words were spoken, Ian's Order Divine Body manifested!
HUMMM!
The surrounding space warped abruptly as a silver light erupted from Ian's body.
But this time, the light was not pure silver. It was tinged with a deep layer of Shadow.
He had intentionally compressed his originally colossal form down to a height of ten meters.
In the Shadow World, he didn't want to draw too much attention.
Every inch of the divine body was composed of a Gravity Skeleton, Purification Flesh and Blood, and a Time Core.
