For the following three days, it was very quiet, with everything remaining peaceful except for the occasional encounters with jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards. The hunters seemed to have vanished without a trace, showing no sign of counterattacking. It looked as if, after a period of self-cultivation, the final battle was imminent.
Of course, first they had to deal with what was right in front of them... those jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards!
"Awoooo... woo..." With a final pitiful howl echoing through the sky, the grey wolf collapsed on cue.
Pulling the dagger out of the wolf's heart, he wiped the blood from it on the animal's body, slipped it back into its sheath, and tucked it into his waist.
A whistle sound cut through the air.
