The silver wolf glanced at him, snorted twice through his nose. Deliberately, it raised a paw, the sharp, formidable claws extended, and then, it licked them slowly. This seemingly casual action carried an undercurrent of menace, a silent threat that resonated deeply with those who witnessed it.
He didn't say a word, but his stance and actions looked extremely threatening to others. The display served as a stark reminder of the creature's predatory nature, a subtle but potent demonstration of its lethal capabilities. It was like a demon was sharpening its knife, preparing to kill, and involuntarily made people feel a chill in their hearts and a sense of vigilance.
The people from the Black Mountain Gate did not dare to get anywhere near the silver wolf; it was a Super Sacred Beast! Even a single bit of pressure from it could make them all collapse. They could only hope for the best, and it seemed that they could only count on their Old Predecessor.
