Looking at the restless Wind Wolves before him, White Mitchell remained unflustered, stepping directly onto the corpse of the alpha wolf beneath him.
Stepping on the alpha wolf, White Mitchell's face suddenly darkened to a similarly stern expression toward the Gale Wolf Pack.
This is how one faces beasts.
Only when you are fiercer, stronger, will they be wary of you.
Once you show weakness, these beasts will seize your vulnerability and launch a fierce attack.
At the same time, when the Wind Wolves saw the corpse of their alpha under White Mitchell's foot, they all stopped in their tracks.
The next moment, the Gale Wolf Pack seemed to be stimulated somehow, their group falling into disorder.
In no time, the wolves began to tear each other apart.
These wolves, as if mad, bit at their own kind with crazy abandon.
Soon, in front of White Mitchell, more Wind Wolf corpses appeared, dozens of them, and those that died, were all some of the strongest Wind Wolves.
