Just a pair of insignificant Demon Beasts. Nothing to worry about.
They were left on the back of the mountain. At daybreak, Bai Mo casually went out to inspect them.
The village elders, leaning on their bamboo staffs, had also arrived early in the morning.
Bai Mo leaned over the wolf carcasses, focusing his inspection on their claws and fangs.
"Not yet fully grown."
"For them to have crossed the mountain range and made it out here… they were pretty lucky."
If these demon wolves were fully grown, they would stand a head taller than a grown man—a terrifying sight. A Wolf King would be another matter entirely.
With a flick of his wrist, a dagger appeared in Bai Mo's hand. With fluid grace, he sliced open the lumps on the wolves' backs.
Sure enough, a bone spike was embedded in each one.
'Could there be something else active behind the mountain range?'
Bai Mo knew that a Demon Beast this deformed was clearly not a natural creation. It was most likely carrying something.
