The convoy pressed on, and before long, it left the main road and entered an even more desolate region of rolling hills.
The road grew increasingly rugged, flanked by waist-high weeds and jagged, grotesque stones.
Just then, Escort Cao, riding at the very front of the procession, suddenly yanked hard on his reins!
"Whoa—"
The entire caravan ground to a halt.
"What's wrong?"
"What's happened?"
Everyone in the carriages poked their heads out to peer ahead.
There, on a hillside not far ahead, a large pack of behemoths wreathed in black smoke had appeared!
It was a pack of black wild wolves, each the size of a young calf!
They bared their sharp fangs, their blood-red eyes fixed on the caravan as low, menacing growls rumbled from their throats.
"They're… Black Beasts of the Iron Skin Realm!"
A sharp-eyed Darts Master cried out, his voice trembling.
The entire caravan instantly erupted into chaos and panic.
The horses began to paw restlessly at the ground, neighing in terror.
