No one had the slightest intention of attacking Lis, they merely formed a loose circle around him.
Lis was completely indifferent to this, for the vigilance of the surrounding demigods was as ineffective as a mere formality in his eyes.
With a gentle clench of his fingers, the blood-colored giant wolf, surrounded by menacing killing intent and watched cautiously by a group of beastman demigods in the distance, transformed into a shadow and swiftly bounded gracefully back to his side.
This wolf, forged from the fusion of beastman divine power and the power of the Abyss, had a body coursing with crimson slaughter blood energy and pitch-black abyssal hostility.
In Lis's eyes, the two completely opposing forces entwined around the blood wolf, yet strangely did not conflict with each other, exuding a fierce and mysterious aura.
Lis raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing over the blood wolf's head, which was covered in blood-red patterns.
