At this moment, the Cyan Wolf casually walked across the Fiery Scorpion King's territory, holding three mountain chickens in its left paw and two in its right. The Scorpion King didn't dare to even let out a fart, trembling with fear, not daring to make a move.
Not only it, nearly all the Little Demons basking in the sun and absorbing Golden Particles were the same.
But the Cyan Wolf was evidently uninterested in them and strode broadly across, quickly converging with the Gray Fox in a snowy field less than a hundred meters away from Wang Wu's hiding place.
What shocked Wang Wu even more was that the Cyan Wolf actually started talking.
"Younger Brother Hu, you've come from afar, and I don't have much to offer. I can only borrow a few mountain chickens from under our king's rule to make do. I hope you won't mind."
