"Thank you, Amy. You've saved us a lot of trouble. Keep it up, and you'll surely learn a lot from us. At least next time you meet slave traders, you don't have to run away from them," Myne gave Amy a thumbs-up with a smile before turning his attention to the dense fog.
Although the fog was very thick, he could still see hundreds of wolves and bears of various sizes rushing towards them. What was truly alarming was that all of them shared two unusual characteristics: inky black fur and an abnormally large size. After all, not every wolf could grow to be two or three meters tall, and not every bear could reach five meters.
"These creatures are similar to the bear my clone killed earlier," Myne frowned and launched five wind blades towards the horde.
Whoosh!