For mere Spirit Monsters to dare cast greedy eyes on a Demon Spirit—the world had truly changed.
And this target was none other than the Bloodthirsty Wolf King, a formidable general under the Great White Demon King, whose reputation was renowned throughout the Yaoling Mountain Range.
But even so, the Bloodthirsty Wolf King didn't dare let his explosive temper show. The situation had turned against him; the Black Pig King's death had completely shattered his plans.
Clearly, the plan to kill the Molting Snake Spirit was a bust. Leaving aside those freakishly strong Super Class Spirit Monsters, there was simply no way he could get past the Bull Demon King, who was at the Pseudo Demon King Level.
The Bloodthirsty Wolf King suddenly felt the aura of death wash over him. The Bull Demon King was watching him, clicking his tongue with a smirk that made the wolf's fur stand on end.
"Brother Lang, are you not going to scram? For old times' sake, I'll let you off the hook this once."
