The Frightened Elves

Leon hopped on the back of the three-tailed silver wolf and patted, "Let's go, Silver. To the forest!"

"Arf, arf."

Knowing where Leon wanted to go, the three-tailed silver wolf barked twice before charging straight into the burning forest.

Regular fires might be feared by low-level Wingrats, but it was like summer temperature for a Transcendent-level beast like the three-tailed silver wolf.

Nevertheless, Silver did not get to showcase its resilience to fire as Leon waved his hands and parted the smothering flames of the Great Forest ahead of them, along with the blackened vine walls that crumbled apart like broken charcoal.

Swoosh~!

They immediately brushed past the divided flames and scattered black ashes in an instance with lightning-fast speed, carrying a trailing rush of wind along that blew apart the divided flames and scattered black ashes further!