The Snow Wolf King's originally beautiful coat, rolling like waves in the night wind, was now charred by the nine-colored flames, and in the silent canyon, the sizzling sound of skin and fat being burned could be heard by all the beasts.
The eyes of the beasts turned away from the pit and looked toward the youth in the black robe who was steadily approaching the Snow Wolf King. His black robe rustled in the night wind, and his long hair flew about as well. The intense killing aura emanating from him made the more than sixty Snow Wolves' legs tremble, and their hearts wavered, undecided whether to clear a path.
Watching over sixty pairs of faintly glowing green wolf eyes in the darkness of the forest, looking fearful and fierce like ghostly fires, Beiting Huang smiled faintly. His red lips parted as if oozing blood, making him seem like an Asura. "Just with you lot, you think you can stop me?"
