Leo immediately started taking advantage of their confusion to the fullest.
With his two arms and daggers at work, he had lost count of how many life forces he had killed in this dungeon.
He mainly targeted the gray wolves, as the confusion of the other pack has also confused them.
He wanted to finish them before they get a hold of the situation.
He killed them one by one, killing the ones who were closest to him.
Painful howls and growls could be heard in a snowy place, as the wolves dropped dead one after the other, Leo now looked like the god of death.
Bathed by blood, the blood of the wolves he had killed so far, Leo continued to kill more and more. the more beast he kills, the more his blood lust and killing intent increase.
Soon more than 50% of the gray wolves had been killed, while 10% each of the arctic white wolves and black wolves had been killed.
