His wolfish face was instantly filled with astonishment, as though he had been struck by a sudden storm. Then, an involuntary ferocious smile crept across his lips like savage fangs flashing through the night.
What admirable courage.
"You foxians truly delight me."
He suddenly burst forward at full speed, like lightning tearing through the night sky, violently piercing through every obstacle around him.
At that moment, he became death incarnate. He met the charging fox head-on, tore it apart alive with astonishing strength, then stuffed the pitiful prey into his mouth without hesitation.
Blood and bone fragments splattered everywhere. Half a body and a broken spear fell from Hoolay's mouth. The charging foxian had not even managed to utter a word before becoming a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
By all reasonable standards, an Emissary of Abundance had ten million ways to kill a weak foxian across the void.
But when facing the brave, failing to engage in a battle of flesh and blood would be far too insulting.
He swallowed the foxian corpse in huge mouthfuls while his gaze probed the border of the Scalegorge Waterscape, his face full of admiration.
He heard the sound of war drums.
Within his field of vision, scattered figures were charging toward him.
Like the one he had torn apart earlier, they were all foxians—weak and laughable, yet their faces bore not the slightest trace of gloom.
Behind that charging force was an even more complicated assembly.
There were foxians who had long been enslaved by the Buli people; outsiders whose planets seemed to have been massacred by his subordinates; Xianzhou Cloud Cavalry who had battled the Buli people for years; and things that appeared to have come merely to join the commotion, though he had no idea what they even were...