Or... their own prey!
The Wolf King's eyes narrowed, cold and cruel, full of aggressive oppression.
His prey is never allowed to be snatched by others!
"Roar!"
The Red Flame Sand Wolf looked at the towering figure closing in completely, roared, and leaped forward.
The towering figure's bronze body flowed with a pale golden hue, and his arms wielded like dragons and serpents, fierce and powerful, with the shadow of a dragon and tiger twining around.
"Boom!"
A dragon's roar and tiger's roar echoed.
The massive body of the Red Flame Sand Wolf, just one step away from advancing to Third Rank Middle Stage, shattered under this punch, blood splattered as it flew sideways.
If its body hadn't turned sandy at the moment of being hit, it might have been smashed with just one punch.
"Who are you?"
The Wolf King's face grew solemn, eyes shooting two terrifying beams like swords, ready to devour.
"The one to kill you!"
