The North Wind Wolf King, the ruler of the North Wind Mane Wolves, was ten times stronger than an average North Wind Mane Wolf. Classified as a Second-Grade High-Level Beast, it was no surprise these hunters were so terrified.
Not just Zhuo Feng, but fear and anxiety were clearly written on all the other hunters' faces as well.
"There's no need to panic over a mere North Wind Wolf King," Ling Chen said calmly.
"Ridiculous!" Zhuo Feng sneered at Ling Chen, his expression that of one ignorant and fearless. "The North Wind Wolf King is the overlord of the pack. Even the top expert in our village would likely be no match for it, yet you dare to belittle such a creature. You truly don't value your own life!"
"Enough talk! Prepare for battle! We need to find a way to break out, or we'll all die here!" a hunter who appeared older than the others shouted sternly.
"Yes, Uncle Zaji."
