As Zong Shiyue's cold laughter ended, Lin Feng saw a shadow slowly condensing in the black box in front of him, within the glass case.
It was the black shadow he had caught a glimpse of before.
However, it was now clearer, gradually forming into the shape of a wolf head, floating atop the cracked meat conglomerate.
"Wolf King Ao?"
"Is that the true name of the Wolf King?"
Lin Feng asked thoughtfully.
There were many Tier Three King Beasts back then, but most of them were in the ocean.
On land, due to scarce biomass resources and the fact that humans had dominated and exploited it for years, the living space for other wild animals was continuously compressed, so at the onset of the catastrophe, not many Tier Three King Beasts emerged.
