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But even if it had shaken off the Little Lone Wolf, even if it was running at the fastest speed it had ever managed,
that thick scent of death still locked onto it, impossible to shake off.
Soon, just as it had fled a hundred or two hundred meters away, a sudden thunderous roar erupted from behind!
The Variant Species Lone Wolf had once heard this roar in the Land of Adventure, when the Variant Species of Falcon was flying,
It was not the roar of a collision, but a sonic boom created by breaking the air with extreme speed.
Boom!
With that booming sound, the sense of impending death in its intuition instantly multiplied several times!
The now utterly terrified Variant Species Lone Wolf also sensed something and glanced behind briefly.
But all it saw was a cluster of white fog-like clouds,
and the Lead Wolf with gray-purple fur that had just been fighting fiercely with it was standing still, simply watching and not chasing.
