"There's really an ambush!"
Gray Wolf collapsed to the ground, watching the God of Magic continually emerge from the Divine Hall, with a chill in his heart and despair in his eyes.
Gray Wolf was not foolish.
If he were, he wouldn't have survived until today.
Although he didn't know what exactly happened on the mountain, Gray Wolf could tell from what that Golden Armor Magic God said that both the cattle and sheep on the Pegasus Grassland and the restrictions on the Divine Mountain were designed on purpose to trap some mysterious person or force.
As a result, they ran in blindly and became lambs to the slaughter.
Thinking of this, Gray Wolf looked towards Golden Peacock.
All of this today was the fault of Golden Peacock.
If it weren't for his conceit, they wouldn't be in such a dire situation.
Golden Peacock lay motionless on the ground with his wings drooping, as if dead.
Gray Wolf didn't believe he was truly dead.
