Wood and Swift Gale Leon's Encounter

On the Dungeon's twelfth floor, a boy was running across the grassland at astonishing speed, with a huge pack of black wolf monsters chasing after him.

If another Adventurer had happened to pass by, they probably would have assumed the boy was being hunted by the monsters and had already been driven into a desperate corner.

However, a closer look would reveal that the boy being chased by the black wolves showed not the slightest hint of panic. Instead, he maintained an effortless composure the entire time.

Perhaps deciding that enough monsters had gathered behind him, Wood abruptly turned around. He then spread both hands, and in the next instant, a red magic circle rapidly took shape before him.

The surrounding air began to heat up. A moment later, a massive Flame Tongue suddenly shot out from the magic circle before the boy and directly swallowed the pursuing pack of black wolves.

The surging heat instantly engulfed the pack and continued blasting dozens of meters ahead. Not only did it turn dozens of black wolves to ash in an instant, it also scorched nearly a hundred meters of grassland and left behind a vast stretch of charred earth!

As the black wolves collapsed as burnt corpses, magic stones fell one after another from their vanishing bodies.

Besides the magic stones, which were roughly the size of ping-pong balls, quite a few materials also dropped, including wolf fangs, wolf claws, and wolf tails.

"Sure enough, this is much more efficient. I just didn't control the firepower properly, so I made a little too much noise.

"Looks like Saint-level magic is still overkill against monsters on the upper floors. Upper-level magic should be about right."

Needless to say, the boy who had appeared on the twelfth floor and was leading the pack