All the Wolf Bandits instantly went on alert, baring their fangs and letting out low growls toward the valley entrance.
Wolf Yong also sprang to his feet, his martial soul possessing him instantly. Pale gray fur sprouted across his body, his hands turned into sharp wolf claws, and his scarlet eyes fixed fiercely on the valley entrance.
"Who is it? Come out!"
A cold, merciless voice rang out, as though it had come from the deepest pits of hell.
"You Wolf Bandits are this world's goblins—the utterly vile goblins that bring nothing but evil."
The fur all over Wolf Yong's body instantly stood on end.
An overwhelming chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, plunging him into an icy abyss, as if he had heard the voice of a natural predator.
He spun around sharply, staring warily in the direction the voice had come from.
From the shadows, a man in battered light armor slowly emerged. His face was hidden beneath a helmet, revealing only a pair of emotionless eyes glowing scarlet, like blades tempered in ice. He held a bloodstained short sword in one hand, with several throwing knives and a small axe hanging from his waist. A thick stench of blood and killing intent radiated from him.
"Burning, killing, plundering, committing every evil, living by pillage and breeding."
"Your very existence is a sin."
There was not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power around him, nor any trace of magic, yet this seemingly ordinary man made Wolf Yong feel an unprecedented threat of death.
This man... had come for him!
"Who are you?" Wolf Yong shouted sternly as black Soul Power slowly rose around him. "I don't know you. You've got the wrong person."
The man did not answer. He merely