Xiao Ming grinned coldly, his lips curling into a sinister smile as he watched the once-ferocious Blood Wolves cower before him.
His grin, however, carried a demonic edge, accentuated by the dark scarlet shade that now consumed his eyes.
The alpha Blood Wolf, its pride wounded and its instincts screaming for survival, gritted its teeth in fury.
With a swift motion, it swiped its claws forward, a signal to the rest of the pack. The other wolves, understanding their leader's intent, moved with a chilling synchronization.
The alpha's cold gaze locked onto Xiao Ming, and in an instant, four Blood Wolves lunged toward him, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
Their movements were swift and predatory, their claws extended and their fangs bared. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the oppressive energy of the Violet Mist, creating a nightmarish battlefield.
SWOOSH!