Wang Yanfeng, however, didn't ask. He only gave Chu Fan's back a deep look. With a grasp of his right hand, he retrieved the spear embedded in the rock and retreated without a moment's hesitation.
When Feng Luoyan saw this, she hesitated. But a terrifying glance from the Wolf King sent a shiver down her spine, and she hurried to follow.
The ordinary white wolves in the area seemed to sense their king's fury. They retreated with whimpers, leaving a wide, open battlefield.
In the center of the field, only Chu Fan and the Wolf King, which looked like a Demon God, were left.
The Wolf King's eyes, which seemed ready to drip blood, were fixed on Chu Fan. A low roar rumbled in its throat as its fury intensified.
The black mist around it churned like boiling water, and its body seemed to swell a size larger. Its demonic might was overwhelming!
