Ale's actions commanded respect, and because of this, Ning Fan's view of the big man underwent a significant change.
Ning Fan hesitated for a moment, but finally gave Ale a trusting look before turning and heading down towards the lower levels of the Death Prison.
"They're just a pack of beasts. Don't underestimate me!" Ale bellowed as he charged at the wolf pack with the Damascus Saber in hand.
The wolf pack, numbering in the dozens, virtually occupied the entire corridor ahead of Ale, and glints of blood-red ferocity flickered in the dim hallway as the surrounding inmates watched him in astonishment.
Ale sneered defiantly, his gaze unflinchingly meeting that of the wolves in front of him.
One wolf pounced, while several others attempted to ambush Ale from the sides; a few more tried to bypass him, leaping over the iron gate to chase after Ning Fan.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Ale, wielding his War Saber, slashed heavily at the airborne wolves.
Sssshhh—
