The wolves returned.
But their numbers were far beyond what Cheng Zongyang had expected.
It only took a few minutes for that wolf to appear on the opposite bank and begin wading across the river.
But a whole pack followed behind it.
The sight left Cheng Zongyang stunned. He quickly ducked behind a tree and started counting.
Thirteen in all!
One of them, however, stood out. Its fur was a grayish-white, several shades brighter than the rest, and its frame was taller and more muscular. Its eyes were chillingly cold, and a tuft of pure white fur on its forehead gave it a majestic, imposing air.
'Is that the Wolf King?'
Cheng Zongyang's heart lurched. He felt there was something off about this wolf.
It was vastly different from the wolves surrounding it.
It differed in both physique and appearance.
It looked more like an evolved wolf—more striking and powerful, a far cry from the drab appearance of the other gray wolves.
'What breed of wolf is this?' Cheng Zongyang wondered.
