Not far from the village, a group of more than thirty giant wolves with grey fur and black tails were moving fast as they approached it. On the back of each wolf was a cultivator seated on a saddle strapped to the wolf's back.
Their movement was truly fast despite the dense trees surrounding them. Thanks to the wolves' agility, they did not crash into the trees or into each other even once, despite being very close to one another.
The one leading them was a man at peak duke stage. He had a burly body, with an axe strapped to his back. A burn like scar covered his right cheek, making it look as if it had melted, which made him look intimidating.
Behind him, closest to his wolf, were two other duke stage cultivators. One of them was a skinny man, while the other wore robes.
"Come on, boys. We will party tonight. We will have a great feast!" the leader shouted.
"Ahahaha!" the others laughed as they continued moving at high speed.
