Sylas knew the terrain of the forest very well. After all, it was his hometown.
But sensing the presence of the wolves, Sylas immediately knew their location. The left side was a cliff, and the other side would lead to different mountain ranges. It was impossible to avoid the wolves.
'Looks like I have to face the wolves,' Sylas thought with a frown. If he could, he didn't want to face the wolves.
One, two, three… eight, nine…
Sylas counted as he sensed the presence of nine wolves. Just as Sylas expected, it was indeed a pack of wolves.
And worse, they were all mutated wolves. Sylas could sense it.
When Sylas reached the location of the wolves, the wolves also sensed him. Their eyes were glowing red, and they fixated on Sylas.
The wolves slowly spread out, trying to surround him. Their movements were slow, and they gradually started to encircle him while fixating their gaze on him.
