No, it was not the bright moon that was trembling, but the earth beneath their feet.
Under Li Mu Yang and the others' watchful gazes, a gigantic red wolf as tall as a mountain came striding toward them.
If ordinary Red Wolves were newborn calves, then this enormous red wolf was a colossal elephant.
Sharp fangs and a vicious maw, its eyes blood-red.
Its body was covered in red fur that rippled in the wind like clusters of burning red flames.
Every step it took stamped a massive crater into the sandy earth.
In her eyes, Li Mu Yang and the others were merely a few tiny specks surrounded by countless wolves.
Yet Li Mu Yang, Qian Du, Lin Cang Hai, and every other person there could clearly feel that the red wolf's gaze was fixed on them—on every single one of them.
It walked toward Li Mu Yang and the others step by step.
The wolf pack seemed to be under someone's command. Wherever the Wolf King passed, the wolves automatically parted, leaving a straight path through the middle.
"It's the Wolf King." Someone cried out in alarm. "It is the king of the Red Wolves—the legendary Moonlight Wolf."
"They say it doesn't need to eat. It survives by absorbing the red moon's light every day, which is why it can grow so enormous."
"It's a female wolf. She only gives birth to cubs and cultivates."
Li Mu Yang and Qian Du exchanged a glance. Qian Du said, "Be careful."
"You too," Li Mu Yang replied.
The Wolf King walked forward step by step. It seemed to be moving slowly, yet in the blink of an eye, it was standing before Li Mu Yang and the others—as if it too knew the Daoist technique Shrinking Ground to an Inch.