The Crimson Demon Wolf, with only three eyes remaining, stared in confusion at the lush green woods before it. Through gaps in the leaves, it saw a blue sky and slowly drifting white clouds. A faintly warm breeze stirred its scorched and curled fur.
It did not understand. A moment ago, it had been roaming the Spirit World, rejoicing at having escaped a deliberate hunt. How had it arrived in this strange place in the blink of an eye?
Just then, the wound the Iron-blooded Knight had torn open with his bare hands began to ache, reminding it that it should not linger here.
The Crimson Demon Wolf immediately used Spirit World Traversal. It saw the colors around it begin to deepen, as though it would be able to leap into the Spirit World in the next second.
But it failed.
The rich colors around it quickly returned to normal, as though nothing had happened.
A breeze blew past. The Crimson Demon Wolf stood dumbfounded for a moment. It had never experienced anything like this.
Suddenly, its spiritual intuition sounded an alarm. Without time to think, the Crimson Demon Wolf sprang away silently, deciding to flee elsewhere first.
At that moment, it heard a whistling sound. It looked back, and the pupils of all three eyes contracted at once.
It saw a speck of fire rapidly approaching through the distant sky. It also knew that this was no mere flame, but an enormous Flame Spear.
That Iron-blooded Knight had caught up!
Boom!
The Flame Spear plunged from the sky and landed in front of the Crimson Demon Wolf, scattering streams of fire and igniting the nearby grass, flowers, and trees.
The Crimson Demon Wolf turned and ran. It was in terrible condition now, and if it could avoid fighting, it