At that moment, all was silent.
In the vast Wolf Hall, only the yao's slightly hurried breathing remained, along with that eerie voice of the Weird Person that echoed endlessly through the hall, which none could understand—or perhaps hear.
An unknown amount of time passed like this.
Crack!
A sudden sound broke the suffocating silence.
The yao shuddered and looked toward its source: the Wolf King's enormous claws had sunk deep into the ground.
Cracks covered the floor around the throne, and seething Demon Aura slowly seeped from countless fissures.
The yao fell silent as cicadas in winter. Every last one lowered their head, afraid of being caught up in the Wolf King's fury.
When had they ever seen the Wolf King lose his composure like this?
Su Changsheng lowered his head as well.
Unlike the other yao, however, he was an Eighth-Level Overlord whose Three Flowers of essence, energy, and spirit had already transformed. Thanks also to his Longevity Yao Nature, his mind was not only resilient but particularly sensitive to contamination.
He could sense a faint discordance in the Wolf King's Demon Power, like dust settling on flawless jade.
It was exceedingly faint.
Had the Wolf King's rage not sent his Demon Power out of control, Su Changsheng would have struggled to notice it.
Something was wrong with the Wolf King!
The thought surfaced in Su Changsheng's mind once more.
A chill gradually rose in his heart.
If something truly was wrong with the Wolf King, it had to be connected to that attack by the Yin Palace Yao Humans. The Wolf King seemed to have won a complete victory, but perhaps the Yin Palace had already achieved certain objectives.
He dared not think further. After all, if even the Wolf King had a problem, where in this