Ye Jinghong and I had both thought the wolverine would attack without regard for the consequences.
Because we had both seen the fury blazing in its eyes. It truly wanted to kill us.
So we had no choice but to stay on guard.
It also seemed to be gathering its strength. Once it reached its optimal attacking state, it would definitely pounce on us without hesitation.
I was not too worried that it could hurt us. With my current strength, even without Ye Jinghong's help, I could quickly destroy it. I was just curious where it got the confidence to confront us head-on.
But at that moment, a whistle sounded. We could not even tell where it had come from, not even its direction.
Yet that single whistle immediately deflated the wolverine's imposing aura. Then it suddenly retreated, made several leaps through the air, and vanished from our sight once again.
That whistle had called it away—or rather, frightened it away.
Who had blown that whistle? Had they intended to help us scare off the wolverine, or had they already seen that it was no match for us and persuaded it to retreat before things got worse?
Just as Ye Jinghong and I were filled with suspicion, a figure appeared not far away.
She looked like a woman.
But I knew she definitely was not human. She was some sort of spirit creature that had taken human form.
She was an extremely fat woman. Her body was at least more than twice my size, and the key was that she was very short, probably around five foot one. She had a large head and ordinary features, but the effect of her obesity somehow made her look a little docile.
I could not tell her age. Still, she was a demon,