Looking at the Moon Face Fox that suddenly appeared, everyone's faces drained of color.
The beast exuded the overwhelming aura of a third-rank monster, its spiritual energy pulsating in waves, suffocating them with its sheer presence. The air around them grew heavy, as if the very atmosphere was pressing down.
This was no ordinary third-rank beast—this Moon Face Fox was a predator among predators.
The fox began to circle the four awakeners, its low growls vibrating through the ground. Its golden eyes gleamed with a deadly intelligence, calculating, waiting for the right moment to strike.
George, thinking quickly—or foolishly—made a desperate move. He lunged toward Noah, intending to throw him towards the fox, hoping to use him as a distraction.
