"Roar…"
The Night Shadow Mad Wolf beneath Sikong Jing let out a low growl, stepping with feline grace toward the people from the Xingluo General Academy and the Peng Family across from them.
The demonic power of the Mad Wolf was still surging like waves.
The people in front of the main hall trembled violently, fixating their gaze on Sikong Jing.
They were extremely afraid, their fear had reached its peak, and even though there were still hundreds of them, they couldn't stop the chilling dread; the recent barrage of attacks had been useless, they were simply no match for him.
He was like an Invincible God General on the battlefield, unafraid of being surrounded, his composure driving people to despair.
"Sikong Jing, don't come any closer,"