The giant wolf soared into the sky with a howl, and in the blink of an eye, it had dashed hundreds of feet away, closely followed by swarms of giant wolves trailing behind.
As the ruler of the Skywolf Plains, many would expect the Wolf Emperor Meng Bi to live in a grand palace, or at the very least in a large tent made of gold and the most luxurious pelts.
But in reality, the figure that made many races in the Land of Desolation tremble with fear stood at the entrance of a simple cave, watching the sunset.
In a long robe made of coarse linen, its original color lost to thorough washing, he looked exceptionally clean.
His lean figure and unremarkable gaze made him seem the most ordinary middle-aged man in the world.
But if you observed carefully, you would notice that this man's palms were unusually large, a little more than twice the size of an average person's.
