“Ta, ta, ta.”
A Chase was taking place in the fog-filled forest.
In front of them was a large, black-furred northern goat. It was fleeing to the side in a panic, while a white light followed closely behind it. It was even close to its tail.
With a flash of white light, it transformed into the shape of a giant white wolf and pounced on it in the grass.
At the moment of life and death, the northern goat commander struggled crazily, trying to get rid of the white wolf in front of it.
The fog around it began to shrink toward its head, forming a water ball in an attempt to repel the White Wolf.
Unfortunately, before it could fully take shape, the sharp wolf claws tore it into pieces, turning it into droplets of water that scattered on the grass and wool.
Far away from the center of the lake, the abilities of the northern goat commander had been greatly reduced. Not only did it take a lot of time to condense water-type abilities, but even its power had been greatly reduced.
