Chapter 1209: Slaying the False Wolf (big chapter seeking monthly ticket)
What appeared in He Ao's field of vision was a Giant Wolf nearly ten meters long.
Its eyes were orange-yellow, with faint flashes of red glinting within them.
Dense red light and foul-smelling blood clung to its crystalline fur, making it look as twisted and terrifying as a hellish monster.
Around its neck and waist, there were faint crimson welts that had sunk into its flesh, as though they had been left by chains.
Its gleaming eyes fixed on He Ao. It bared its mouth, revealing rows of slender, vicious fangs.
One of those fangs was missing its tip, leaving only a few uneven cracks behind.
Beside it, around the Wolf Head Men that had just been torn apart by shattered stones, more Wolf Head Men swayed forward with savage expressions.
He Ao calmly watched everything before him. He tucked the now mostly stable Chaos Art Cane back into his belt, then lowered the tip of the Blood Blade to the ground, driving it into a crack in the crimson floor.
Twisted, sinister light illuminated the area, while a little blood seeped from He Ao's bloodstained clothes.
The combat strength of this False Wolf clearly far exceeded that of an ordinary Rank B Exotic Beast.
In theory, it should have been an extraordinary lifeform of the Order pathway.
Yet now, He Ao could see a chaotic, violent aura on it—the unmistakable pollution of the God of Chaos.
It seemed its "life" in the Church of Chaos had not been pleasant. Those bloodthirsty chaos cultists had used chains and some sort of secret method to force it to work for them.
As "payment," after every Rank B force here had left, it slaughtered all the chaos cultists in this stronghold,