"Ow!"
Atop the snow-capped peak of Phoenix Mountain, the White Wolf pinned a gigantic golden eagle under its claws, opened its jaws wide, and bit off the eagle's head. Bone fragments, brain matter, and blood trickled down through the gaps of its teeth, fueling an increasingly intense sensation of ferocity and pleasure within.
In a short span of time, it had slain three dominators of the Great Snow Mountain, and its own strength had surged. The other two potential Monster Beasts had already fled upon hearing the news, their whereabouts unknown.
The intelligence of the White Wolf had not yet advanced to a certain level, yet it had a remarkably sharp sense of the situation. Staying here would not enhance its strength, so it might as well change its location.
Moreover...
It glanced in the direction of the glacier. Right now, that powerful woman was guarding deep within the glacier—she was far from being its match.
"Ow!"
