Old Xing could no longer run.
He was too exhausted; his heavy legs felt like they were filled with lead, refusing to lift. His throat seemed scorched by fire, leaving a distinct taste of blood. His chest heaved violently, gasping for air.
Old Xing knew this was his limit.
But it wasn't Big Black's limit.
"Big Black, you go on without me, don't worry about me," Old Xing collapsed onto the ground, his green coat covered in dust.
"Awoooo—!"
Big Black couldn't speak; it just obediently sat on the ground, licking Old Xing's palm over and over as if that could make its master stand up quickly.
Just at this moment,
Pairs of glowing green eyes silently emerged from all directions, an invisible sense of oppression pressing down on the man and dog, while short, high-pitched howls rose and fell, silencing every creature in the night.
"Roar～"
A tall leading wolf stepped forward, its streamlined body, dense snow-colored fur, and erect ears illuminated by the moonlight.
