"What now, what now?" Mason repeated in distress, and his face was filled with anxiety. Even if the trio was very proficient in their skills, there would still be a limit to it. Faced with a continuous stream of Three-eyed Blood Wolves, apart from the Archmage who could escape with his Spell of Levitation, any mages would have died of exhaustion from battling them.
Not to mention the level-nine Mason, his two teammates who were much stronger than him might not even have any odds of success.
After all, mages were just mortals…
"Kill the King Wolf," said Orrin in a concise manner; his eyes were fixed mercilessly on the pack of wolves.
It was scarlet all around; thus, the grayish-white coat of the King Wolf seemed particularly glaring. In that moment, it was growling aggressively, and its eye reflected an ominous flickering red glow. Under its call, the never-ending stream of Three-eyed Blood Wolves emerged from the thickets like a sea of red blood.
