Most unbelievable of all, at the very front of them, running ahead, was a human!
His expression was indifferent, his eyes devoid of the slightest emotion. His gaze held only the prey fleeing before him.
"Rumble!"
A blood-red streak shot from his hand. Scarlet Flame swept across The Grasslands, encircling the prey completely; the Mutant Wolf Pack followed behind him like a black arrow, piercing through all the prey.
"Based on the wolf packs and wolf kings we have observed, the abilities of the vast majority of wolf kings are related to moonlight and darkness. Of the remaining few, some command thunder, some possess terrifying physiques, and some can control plant growth."
"Setting aside the other creatures, this grassland alone contains at least twenty Second Sequence wolf kings among its wolf packs, each no weaker than humans."
"And this is only what we have observed. In reality, there will only be more Second Sequence-level wolf kings."
"Not to mention the other races."
By the time the person delivering the report reached this point, his tone had grown somewhat complicated.
The Grasslands had nurtured far too much life, and after the Reiki Revival, those lives had also become a threat to humanity.
Even the herds of cattle and sheep they raised had undergone varying degrees of mutation. Some Mutant Cows and sheep had even attacked them. However, having been domesticated, they still instinctively felt either closeness or fear toward humans.
Perhaps because mutation had made them smarter, although a few troublemakers occasionally appeared, they were actually easier to manage than before the Reiki Revival.
They only needed to make examples of those overly clever Mutant Cows and sheep that understood how to "revolt."
After a brief sigh, he continued.
"Three days ago, the Mutant Wolf King capable of controlling plant growth