Immediately after the howl, the wolves on the battlefield joined in with their own, releasing a berserker aura that filled the air with a palpable bloodthirsty pressure. The ladies' faces paled, their eyes betraying a hint of fear.
Even miles away, the oppressive atmosphere was palpable. Linnea's complexion turned slightly pale as she readied her hand to form a seal.
Karsha wanted to intervene, but before he could, Xian swiftly formed his own seal, summoning a towering 15-meter-tall wolf—a Tier 8 Terror Mutant. As it materialized, a dark aura erupted from its massive form.
"Nice one, Zazzle!" Xian shouted, giving a thumbs-up to the dark wolf standing before him. The monstrous creature nodded subtly before focusing on the Berserker Bloodmoon Wolves. With lightning speed, it dashed forward, effortlessly slicing through their bodies like paper.
"This kid is full of surprises. How did he manage to tame a Darkskin Wolf General?" Karsha mused aloud.
