At this moment, what appeared in He Ao's field of view was a giant wolf nearly ten meters long.
Its eyes were orange-yellow, with faint red glimmers flashing past.
Thick red light and the stench of blood entwined its crystalline fur, reflecting its form into a twisted and horrifying hellish creature.
On its neck and waist, faintly visible were the deep crimson marks embedded into its flesh, resembling scars left by chains.
Its gleaming eyes stared at He Ao, baring its teeth, exposing thin and sinister sharp fangs.
Among those fangs, one was missing its tip and bore a hump-like crack in its place.
Beside it, near the freshly shattered remains of the wolf-headed men, more wolf-headed men staggered forward, grotesque and menacing.
He Ao calmly observed everything before him, securing the slightly stabilized Chaos Magic Wand back onto his waist, while letting the blood-stained blade of his sword press into the crack on the crimson ground.
