There were over twenty ashwolves in the woods. Their fur were lustrous and glowing with a metallic sheen while their bloody maws were lined with snow white teeth akin to daggers. Terror and spite could be seen in their eyes as they constantly retreated.
The battle against Chu Feng was quite anticlimactic as the ten odd wolves that had charged towards Chu Feng were all slapped to death.
As a lineage that had given birth to a beast king soon after the upheavals, the Ashwolf Tribe used to be superior to many other tribes.
If only the Ashwolf King were alive, he would probably have severed four or five shackles by now.
Unfortunately, he had obeyed the Peacock King’s commands to cause turmoil around the highlands and distract the human race experts, paying the ultimate price in the process. The tribe had also declined since then.
"Demon King Chu, we’ll fight it out with you. You killed our king and caused our race to become a weak lineage, you murderer!"