The Main Peak Steward raised his hand, opening the iron cage. He then circulated his Inner Qi, unleashing an invisible force that pressed down on the Silver Wolf, forcibly driving it out.
The moment the Silver Wolf stepped out of the cage, it arched its back and dropped into an aggressive stance, ready to pounce.
Its limbs tensed as its sharp claws dug deep into the bluestone of the high platform, leaving several distinct marks. Its icy blue eyes locked onto Yang Jing while a low growl rumbled in its throat. Every strand of silver fur on its body stood on end, radiating an aura of extreme danger.
「The next moment.」
The Silver Wolf kicked off the ground, its body lurching forward at an astonishing speed. It became a silver phantom, leaving only faint afterimages in its wake as it pounced on Yang Jing, slicing through the air with a piercing shriek.
Yang Jing's expression tightened. 'So fast,' he thought, a chill running down his spine.
