As the caravan emerged into the valley, Wei Xi's fleeting hope quickly dissipated. The aura of the perfected celestial beast was overwhelming, causing the carriages to halt,.
Over a hundred Thunder Wolves encircled the valley, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. At the center of the pack stood the Thunder Wolf King towering over three meters tall, its fur crackling with latent electricity as it gazed upon the newcomers with cold and calculating eyes.
Yan Jin surveyed the scene; the situation was dire. "I don't know what you took from it," he said to Sheng Lao, his voice grim, "but unless you have a trump card, we're all dead here."
Sheng Lao resolutely pointed at Sheng Yin, who clutched Scara tightly, her small body trembling. "They're here for her," he confessed. "She has a Spiritual Lotus Body frame. If the Thunder Wolf King consumes her, it could evolve into a higher-rank beast."
