Chapter 55 Fighting Alone Against the Wolves

The wolf king curled up into a ball. Even this king in the fog forest needed a rest. It was still a beast, longing for warm fur and grass.

The long-term peace and warmth in the core area of the fog forest paralyzed its nerves. Under the gentle wind, the wolf king was sleepy.

It was the king here, and their race was the pinnacle of the fog forest. No one would dare to come here to assault them, and no magical beasts would dare to do so!

Yesterday, it was just a small accident. The human who accidentally entered here killed two weaker demonic wolves with his strength.

'But that human was also seriously injured. He was swallowed by the magical beast when he escaped. So that must be an accident. We are still the peak group in this fog forest!'

With this thought, the wolf king slowly closed its eyes, buried his nose in the warm fur, breathed the familiar smell of the forest, and slowly fell asleep.