Thunder cloud wolf

"They aren't really a bother," Anon dismissed the threat of close to thirty stellar fighters, "But spilling their blood in Blood-Drip Jungle while unaware of this environment's nature is dumb."

Hearing this, Melissa smiled with relief.

On the other hand, Felix sighed with disappointment; however, he did not resist Anon's decision, instead understanding the latter's logic.

Under the subtle yet heated gazes of over twenty stellar geniuses, the group slowly disappeared into the distance. This was the nature of the Blood-Drip Jungle.

Soon after breaking off from the gathering of students, they encountered a faint mist that began rising, swirling around their ankles and obscuring their path ahead.

With each footfall, the earth gave slightly beneath them, as if the jungle was alive and aware of their presence. Bolan frowned as he slowly unsheathed the two dark blades strapped to either side of his waist.