The Gray Wolf King seemed truly enraged, immediately resorting to a secret technique passed down through generations. The weather changed instantly, and an intense murderous intent spread across the field. The hillside where the Gray Wolf stood was enveloped in an oppressive aura.
Ordinary beings, even if they were touched by a hint of killing intent, would instantly become disoriented, their vital channels reversing, becoming possessed, and dying immediately.
Facing such a violent aura, at the battlefield's edge several hundred feet away from the hillside, the human war soldiers had blood-red lights flashing in their eyes. Their expressions distorted, and some of the heavily wounded human war soldiers even bled from all seven orifices, dying on the spot!
"Hmph!"
