"Where do you think you're going?" Dis laughed heartily from behind, and when he turned to look, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Was this still the brother he knew, who only knew of charging and slaying?
The once hovering Dis had now descended from the air, his massive body leaping to block the crimson figure that sought to escape amidst the chaos.
That crimson figure, completely enveloped in a dazzling light of the same color as its body, moved with exceptional speed that even Dis struggled to keep up with. Unfortunately, what it faced now was not the wolf riders who relied on numbers, but the Golden Behemoth capable of battling thousands single-handedly.
"Roar—" A domineering roar slowed the crimson figure's escape by a beat, and the next thing it saw was a burst of golden light and an immense hand magnifying before its eyes.