The spectral war hounds stood half as tall as a person, and their ready-to-pounce posture, along with the ferocity of their spiritual fangs, sent chills down the spines of the two young players.
"Five tomb guardian spirits! They're all marked as 'Protector Spirits,' special Black Iron elites! Damn, don't move! They're watching us."
Three Five Battles issued a deep warning, signaling Little Hand and Yan Song behind him not to run, lest they provoke a chase from the war hounds in such a cramped space, which would spell their doom.
"Fall back! We are envoys of the current Count of Xikemeier!"
As the young players faced off, Doris quickly stepped forward, holding Count Shuren's family emblem and sternly rebuked the fierce war hounds in front of her.
The aura emanating from the emblem confused the already combat-ready spectral war hounds.
