Elson no longer looked human at all. He glanced at Lily in surprise. "Little girl, you're a high-ranking Werewolf too?!"
Lily was almost choking to death on the spicy strips, so she could only roll her eyes and nod as hard as she could. At the same time, the transformation power she had accumulated finally reached its peak—and, of course, if we ignored the completely different art style, we could genuinely call this spicy-strip power.
A violent gale howled. Hao Ren and the others were blown backward and couldn't open their eyes at all. They could only hear a series of rough, distant howls nearby. "Awooo—"
Amid the wolf howls, it seemed as though the entire world had fallen silent. Scene after scene rose in everyone's hearts: a silver moon hanging in the sky, a boundless earth, a lone wolf howling at the moon...
All the visions came to a halt at the final, decidedly atmospheric-breaking "Woof."
The gale dispersed, revealing five or six enormous war wolves before everyone's eyes. Their eyes were blood-red, and they radiated majesty; they were as massive as mountains, brimming with fighting spirit; their fur was stained with blood, enough to make anyone's heart tremble. One of them was a husky.
Lily, now five meters tall, looked around among several of her old predecessors. Seeing that she was about the same size as the others, she nodded in satisfaction. "Awoowoo, woof."
The alpha wolf stood at the very front of the group. After looking over his companions and Lily, he thoughtfully spoke in a human voice—it was Elson's voice. "I feel like something's wrong."
The other war wolves exchanged glances, then looked at the patterns on Lily's body. One of them also spoke in a human voice. "Maybe they ran out of ink while growing