The Azure Divine Dragon Descends on the Great Ferocious Land! Is Xiong Jun Looking for a Fight?

Star Dou Great Forest, Mixed Zone.

The night was black as ink, and the wind howled through the trees.

"Damn it! How can we be this unlucky?" the middle-aged man at the front growled.

Veins bulged along the arm that held his shield. He stood at the head of the group like an iron wall, six Soul Rings glowing beneath his feet—three yellow, two purple, and one black—marking him as a Soul Emperor.

"Why did we have to run into a pack of Red Moon Wolves?!"

Behind him, two Carriages huddled close together.

Several Soul Masters stood ready, surrounding the Carriages so tightly that not even water could have slipped through. Most were Soul Elders or Soul Ancestors.

They barely managed to keep their faces composed, but the faint trembling of their bodies had already betrayed their fear.

All around the people and Carriages, pairs of dark-red eyes glowed.

Dozens of shapes appeared and vanished in the night like drifting ghost fire. It was a vast pack of Red Moon Wolves, each radiating a powerful aura.

Every one of them was at least ten thousand years old.

"What do we do? What do we do now?"

Inside a Carriage, a richly dressed man had gone deathly pale. He could not keep the tremor from his voice.

Just then, the wolves stopped advancing.

As though answering a silent command, every Red Moon Wolf lowered itself and slowly drew back to either side.

From the shadows emerged a Red Moon Wolf noticeably larger than the others.

Its scarlet eyes held an almost human cunning.

"A thirty-thousand-year-old... Red Moon Wolf King!"

The shield-bearing Soul Emperor's throat went dry, and his face turned white.

Despair swallowed the entire group like a rising tide.

Before they could react, the horses harnessed to the Carriages behind