"Slave contract? You want me, the White-Scaled Wolf God, to be your slave? What a joke!" The humanoid wolf immediately flared up in rage. A slave contract was a severe humiliation for any living being!
Once it became a slave bound by the contract, it would be unable to resist any of its master's commands, which meant An Lin could theoretically command it to commit suicide, and it wouldn't be able to resist! This was an extremely unfair contract!
An Lin didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his Evil-Slaying Sword high above his head and let his sword do the talking.
The humanoid wolf stared up at the fearsome longsword and finally bowed its head as its teeth chattered in fear. "Alright, I'll do it…"
An Lin nodded and didn't waste any more time with words. He released a drop of golden blood essence which emanated a peculiar energy fluctuation due to the injection of a mantra.
