Feng Hao's vigilance proved to be justified.
No sooner had Xi Yueyao spoken than countless howls echoed from all directions, closing in on them. A moment later, over a hundred gray-and-black wolves had them surrounded, their bloodthirsty eyes locked on the pair.
"Damn, a wolf pack right off the bat? Does it have to be this exciting?" Feng Hao said, exasperated.
The girl blinked, pointing at the larger wolf leading the pack. She covered her mouth and gasped, "Look! That puppy is so cute."
"That's a wolf, you know," Feng Hao said, completely speechless.
The Wolf King had clearly heard Xi Yueyao. A Spirit Beast of its level could naturally understand human speech.
To be mistaken for a dog and, to add insult to injury, be called "cute"—how could the king of the wolves possibly stand for that?
It threw back its head and let out a long howl, its kingly aura flaring out in an instant. As if on command, the surrounding pack howled and charged.
