Doan and his subordinates' loud laughter, along with the screams and roars of the Black Wolf Tribe, mingled together.
Another child was caught. Max couldn't hold back anymore. Transforming into his Snow Wolf form, his hind legs kicked off, and he jumped directly from the high cliff into the middle of the battlefield.
The Giant Snow Wolf rampaged horizontally and vertically, rushing into the midst of countless beastmen without hesitation, charging straight towards Doan.
Whether it was the Golden Lion Tribe, Tiger Tribe, or Leopard Tribe, anyone who tried to block the way was knocked flying by a paw without exception. The force was so great that a single blow could knock a beastman unconscious, instantly leaving several deep claw marks on their bodies.
"How can there be a Snow Wolf person! This can't be a Snow Wolf person!"
Doan was so terrified he couldn't speak clearly. He himself felt his words were contradictory, but he couldn't describe it.
