As Leon picked up his Greatsword, the wolves disdainful eyes never left him. They let him pick his weapon without refute, because they knew he currently stood no chance. His helplessness made them feel smug.
After Leon picked his Greatsword, several ice lance materialize out of the thin air, the pointy end of the lances were all focused on Leon.
Just like Cultivators, the spirit beasts also try to be conservative in their consumption of energy. But their level of control is no where near humans, not only that, their dantains are even more smaller than the dantains of human Cultivators. So with all these combined their energy tends to deplete much faster.
Leon stomach growled loudly, it felt as if there were a thousand ants in his stomach, crawling around and biting him hard.
Feeling the intense pain, Leon held the hilt of his Greatsword with only one hand as he used the other to clutch and rub his stomach.
