In the Primeval Demonic Realm, as the cold moon had just risen, a Plain-clothed Figure walked slowly across the wasteland. After traveling for a day, he still had not found his way out.
Beastly roars shook the night sky. This wilderness, fraught with danger at every turn, had always been forbidden ground for the women and children of the hundred clans.
In the distance, deep beast roars sounded. Before long, hundreds of gray wolves came galloping over and surrounded Ning Chen from all sides.
On the wasteland, Ning Chen stood still, watching the gray wolves cautiously approach him step by step. His expression did not change in the slightest.
Behind the wolf pack stood an enormous two-headed gray wolf. Its four eyes fixed on the Plain-clothed Figure amid the pack, its sinister, icy gaze filled with ferocity and wariness.
After standing quietly for a moment, Ning Chen did not linger any longer and walked directly toward the alpha wolf.
In an instant, more than a hundred gray wolves threw back their heads and howled. Then, like a raging torrent, they charged at the figure before them.
"Watch out!"
At that moment, the sound of arrows tearing through the air came from afar. One after another, they shot into the wolf pack, splashing brilliant sprays of blood.
Ning Chen stopped and looked toward where the arrows had come from. A strange glint flashed through his eyes.
Before his eyes, amid explosive whistles that split the air, figures came racing over. Before long, they had reached within a hundred zhang.
There were five strange-looking men and women. Their appearances and clothing were unlike anything he had ever seen, and the two small pointed horns on their heads revealed that they were not human.
As the five alien men and women arrived, the