"Wolf-headed monster?" Lu Xiaotian's gaze shifted as he stared at the creature. In this land of illusory mist, anything related to wolves always made him especially wary. He couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with the hidden Demon Race powerhouse behind the Illusory Mist Swamp.
The three-headed, six-armed flame giant had already suppressed the ice-gold snake monster, but Lu Xiaotian wasn't in a hurry to attack the wolf-headed monster. Instead, he scrutinized it over and over. On the surface, the wolf-headed monster and the ice-gold snake monster seemed evenly matched. Among immortals, its strength was exceptionally formidable.
"Awoooo—!" The wolf-headed monster, its entire body a deep gold, threw back its head and howled. Wisps of mist immediately gathered around it. A golden staff appeared in its hand, its head crowned by a dazzling golden orb.
The wolf-headed monster pointed its staff at Lu Xiaotian from afar. Several streaks of golden light shot through the mist, twisting toward him like ropes bent on strangling him.
Before Lu Xiaotian could dodge, he already felt as though the area around him had been sealed. There was no fluctuation of spatial power. His gaze swept across the air: a faint golden sheen suffused the mist, and within it lay faintly visible restrictions marked with runes. Using the dense fog as a medium, they had sealed off the surrounding area.
There was indeed some connection to the mist-wolf cavalry he had encountered before, though their power had been somewhat weaker. He just didn't know whether the wolf-headed monster's strength was also tied to the restrictions here—had it weakened because the restrictions had deteriorated? Lu Xiaotian wondered. By now, Fairy Yunxia, Yunli, and the others had heard the commotion and hurried over.
"Mr. Dongfang, are you all right?" Yunli was about to