If you asked what the most dangerous monsters on the Demon Continent were, it would undoubtedly be Demon-Hunting Wolf packs.
If we encountered a swarm of Demon-Eating Ants or other large monsters, I could either spot them in advance and avoid them or crush them with a single powerful spell.
But Demon-Hunting Wolves were not only fast—they excelled at hunting enemies in packs. Once they set their sights on you, there was basically only one path left: fight them to the death.
One night during our journey, we were attacked by a Demon-Hunting Wolf pack. More than thirty of them surrounded us.
With the terrible visibility at night, all we could see were countless pairs of green-glowing eyes staring at us from the darkness.
Since Orsted had to protect Nanahoshi, he could not simply charge into the pack and start slaughtering them.
This pack seemed to be commanded by an intelligent alpha. They even used feints, sending several wolves rushing toward us without actually engaging us directly.
When they came within five meters of us, they would split apart to either side, constantly drawing our attention while looking for chances to ambush us.
Each Demon-Hunting Wolf was around three meters long and one and a half meters wide. Their enormous jaws looked like they could swallow me whole.
They were also incredibly tough. I saw one get its heart pierced by Orsted's hand blade, yet instead of struggling to flee, it used its last breath to bite at Orsted's upper body.
There were too many of them. We had to kill the alpha quickly to end this danger.
Orsted handed Nanahoshi over to me for protection, then charged into the wolf pack alone.
Perhaps the pack knew he was not someone to mess with. After sending more than ten wolves