Bluestone Mountain, the Demon Wolf Tribe.
Mingye stood at the edge of a cliff, watching the tribe members below practice their battle formations and cultivate. He nodded in satisfaction.
A truly powerful tribe needed more than a mighty leader. Every warrior should possess considerable strength.
The Demon Wolf Tribe was now truly transforming into a powerful tribe. Through battle after bloody battle, their wolfish nature had been unleashed more and more. Bloodlust, a hunger for combat, and an ambition to dominate the Demon World had taken root in their warriors' hearts.
The Wolf Tribe were souls born of the dark abyss. What their hearts yearned for was boundless darkness!
"Lord Mingye, when are we heading to the Northern Country to wipe out Ice Wolf Valley?"
Feng Xie of the Five Demon Wolves voiced the question the others wanted answered as well.
"That's right, Lord Mingye. Every warrior in the Demon Wolf Army wishes we could march out this instant and prove our tribe's true strength to the entire Demon World!"
Fei Tu spoke while gnawing on a wolf leg, his fat quivering with every word.
"There's no need to rush. They'll come to us."
Mingye gazed into the distance, a piercing gleam in his eyes, as though his gaze could penetrate endless space and see the Ice Wolf Army advancing toward the Western Country.
"You mean the leader of Ice Wolf Valley is already on his way?"
Shui Yue's beautiful eyes shone with boundless adoration as she gazed at the tall, imposing figure before her.
"So we only need to conserve our strength and wait for those fellows to arrive, then wipe out this so-called royal tribe."
Akamaru spoke calmly. He finally understood why Lord Mingye had kept them training the Demon Wolf Army all these days without showing any