Igor Volkov's Domineering Stand

Igor Volkov's darkened expression shifted slightly toward the rattling trees. As he saw more and more of the trees bend and press to either side with something seemingly rushing through, his killing intent flared. The spectators standing on the surrounding mountains—even the six S-Rank Japanese Hunters—felt their knees buckle beneath them.

Under the weight of the Wolf Deity's hatred, they felt themselves to be no different than inconsequential ants… meager bugs to be squashed…

'He's so powerful… even stronger than Cass,' Viola Voidweaver thought to herself with a dire expression. 'Will this elusive Silver Bullet Demon be able to contend with someone like him…?'

Her eyes, like everyone else's, were glued to the trees being toppled in a straight line through the valley. They wished to know just what sort of freakish, humanoid monster had the guts to kill a World-class Hunter and reduce Russia to ruins.