The dwindling numbers of wolves on Wolf Mountain were noticed by Wolf King Philis.
They were the king of this wolf pack, the master of this mountain.
Anyone who hunted their subjects and encroached upon their land would have to bear their wrath.
Facing the sky, Wolf King Philis let out an exceptionally piercing howl.
All across the mountains and wilderness, no matter what the wolves were doing, they followed with howls of their own.
This was their devotion to the Wolf King, and also the Wolf King's love for them.
Amid the successive howls, the bodies of many wolves began to change.
They rose from their initial state into Form One.
Han Wu was still climbing upward. Hearing the wolf howls, he immediately realized that something was beginning to go wrong.
The entire Wolf Mountain was like a sleeping lone wolf awakening, the air saturated with Killing Intent.
Han Wu's muscles instinctively tightened.
The tension made him feel somewhat nostalgic.
His fighting spirit blazed fiercely.
Though he knew the mountain held wolves, he still marched toward Wolf Mountain!
Han Wu continued forward. Around him, every wolf that sensed his presence sprang into action.
Some remained in their initial state, while others were mottled-fur wolves that had entered Form One.
There was a tremendous gap in strength between the two, but both possessed exceptionally keen senses.
Han Wu was currently wearing four pieces of equipment and possessed two skills. Compared to before, his strength had clearly improved.
He first cast a skill upon himself: Slow Recovery.
While restoring his wounds, it could also temporarily grant him Endurance +3.
Then flames ignited in Han Wu's hands. It was the skill he had inscribed: Flame Palm.
Flame Palm could grant Han Wu Attack +3 and Fire +2.
Against fur-covered lifeforms like these,