In a daze, Shen Luo saw the dark, murky night; he saw panicked crowds fleeing in every direction, flames swaying like fresh blood, and the black city walls collapsing ahead.
Following the cries, he turned his head and saw a massive Black Wolf. One of its sharp claws pinned down a head smeared with blood. The person beneath it looked at him with eyes full of pleading.
Blood foam continuously spilled from that person's mouth. His violently heaving chest could barely draw in any air, and his life force was about to run out beneath the wolf's claw.
Shen Luo stared blankly at the figure on the brink of death. He found him somewhat familiar, yet could not remember who he was.
For a moment, he even forgot why he had appeared here.
"Shen Luo, save me, save... me..." The hoarse voice was filled with a desperate yearning for life.
Suddenly, a name abruptly surfaced in Shen Luo's mind: "Yu Meng..."
Just as Shen Luo finally remembered that person's name, the Black Wolf's bloody maw bit down hard. It tore upward, sending a spray of dazzling blood into the air.
"Rumble, rumble."
A head rolled to Shen Luo's feet. Looking down, he met Yu Meng's wide-open eyes. Those dark pupils seemed filled with anger and accusation.
"Why didn't you save me?" The head's mouth opened and closed, its voice dry and despairing.
As Shen Luo looked at the bloody head, his already hazy memories suddenly surged forth. He recalled his past friendship with Yu Meng, and an uncontrollable rage suddenly welled up inside him.
"Kill."
"Kill."
"Kill."
All the emotions in his heart began to fade, while an incomparably intense Killing Intent surged forth, leaving only one thought in his mind: kill all the Demon Wolves.
He had forgotten the