Drogo in his transformation is no longer a human, but a lion, huge and strong.

He walked slowly toward the wolves, bared his fangs, and pricked up his ears, listening carefully and growling at every sound.

Unprecedented domineering, arrogant and arrogant!

"Woooooooooooo..."

As the direwolf roared to the sky, the other wolves spread their hooves and pounced forward.

Referring to the leading bird, Snowball's body suddenly accelerated under the guidance of Drogo, lowered his head deeply, and hit the head of the leading wolf that was also charging like a bison.

"Ouch..."

The huge force penetrated the brain, and the evil wolf let out a mournful cry, and along with its kin behind it, it was knocked and flew more than ten feet away.

Drogo advanced instead of retreating. Such a collision only made him feel slightly dizzy. He shook his head and recovered.

These wild wolves seemed to regard Snowball as a bison-like creature and pounced on him fearlessly.

Because they have killed prey bigger than snowballs!

Drogo originally thought that these guys, who looked like mice to him, would be the first to attack Snowball's neck.

To his surprise, the wolves dispersed before they even approached, leaving only one big guy, second only to the direwolf in size, to confront him head-on.

The other wild wolves bit Snowball's limbs respectively. They looked like trained soldiers.

"Girl, you are careless!"

Drogo cursed secretly. With their extraordinary speed, these wild wolves had no chance of getting close.

But his miscalculation led to this passive situation.

The wolf fangs were very sharp, and as soon as they came into contact, Drogo felt the pain of his flesh being bitten open.

But he was not nervous. He opened his huge mouth, leaned down, and bit the gray wolf that was attacking Snowball's front legs on the back of the neck.

A stream of fishy hot liquid burst out from between Snowball's sharp teeth. Drogo tasted the wolf's blood. He turned his head suddenly and tore the gray wolf away.

The gray wolf was thrown off the peak and fell into the deep valley.

And a large piece of flesh from the back of its neck was still in Snowball’s mouth!

The white hair on Snowball's bitten front legs was stained red by the overflowing blood, but it did not affect its mobility.

It rioted on the spot, ignoring the two wild wolves that were biting its hind legs. It raised its paws high and bounced up in front of it, preparing to bite the wild wolf on its neck, and pressed the two palms of the wild wolf to the ground.

He dug his claws deeply into the wolf's body, then pulled hard to the left and right, almost tearing the wolf in half.

The pain in his hind legs became more and more intense, and Drogo could no longer ignore it.

He spotted a huge boulder three meters away and savagely knocked it away. The remaining wild wolves were rushing towards it, dragging the two wild wolves behind him and rushing straight towards it.

Seeing that he was still half a body away from the boulder, he turned around suddenly, pulled the wolf embedded in his right leg and slammed into the boulder.

There was a muffled sound of "Bang!", and the internal organs were like a displaced wild wolf that released its mouth.

Drogo used the same method to bite the other wild wolf on its left leg, pulling it off the ground and crashing it into a boulder.

He almost knocked down two evil wolves, and it only took him ten breaths.

If the severe pain hadn't filled their brains, the two wild wolves would have thought that Snowball was running away in fear.

Snowball's curved claws danced rapidly, and with all his anger, he locked his mouth tightly on the left leg of the wild wolf closest to him, and his teeth penetrated the wolf's fur and soft flesh.

Then he wildly shook his head and tore off the hind limbs of the wild wolf.

Snowball shook his limbs back and forth with his mouth, spraying out warm blood mist, which dispersed in the cold mountain dawn.

"Awww..."

Attacking Snowball's left hind leg, the wolf's left hind leg was torn off.

The strong need for survival made it struggle to stand on three legs, but it fell down repeatedly screaming.

Snowball circled around it, and then ripped its throat open. The wolf kicked it weakly a few times, and then closed its eyes.

The white lion walked towards the other end, but a female wolf that was approaching quietly bit it, grabbed its tail and dragged it back.

So the white lion kicked the female wolf away with its hind feet, then quickly turned around and bit the female wolf's leg.

The white lion bit each other crazily until the female wolf turned her back and curled her tail to show submission.

But Drogo didn't let it go, because any beast that dared to hurt Snowball would never survive.

The female wolf died, and the other wild wolf was on the verge of death after colliding with a boulder. It had its back right leg torn off by the snowball as revenge.

Driven by animal nature, Drogo drove the white lion to bite its throat.

The remaining wild wolves that were still alive no longer dared to approach Snowball. They circled anxiously a few meters away from him, their tails held low, and they barked at direwolves showing signs of rebellion from time to time.

"Ouch!"

The direwolf growled in response, as a warning, and showed Snowball his fangs.

But Drogo paid no attention to it.

Drogo drove Snowball into the middle of the wolves, and the three wolves fled and disappeared into the bushes.

Another one attacked the snowball, opened its mouth and bit it.

He met the attack head on, and the two wolves collided. Snowball caught the other's leg with his jaws and threw him aside.

The wild wolf barked and limped away wildly.

Snowball's mouth was covered with the flesh and blood of his prey. He opened his mouth and red saliva dripped from between his teeth.

In an instant, only the huge direwolf was left nearby.

It's going to be a fierce fight, they all attack at the same time.

They fought for a long time, rolling in the soil, grass, fallen leaves, and pools of blood, tearing each other with teeth and claws.

Sometimes they separated, circled, and then rushed forward to fight again.

Snowball is bigger, stronger and faster.

But the equally strong and swift direwolves still have their own pack. When the few fleeing wild wolves saw the alpha wolf starting to fight, they quietly came back and patrolled nearby, sniffing and roaring.

Once the direwolves are at a disadvantage, they will step up.

Wild wolves would rush into the battle group from time to time, taking advantage of Drogo's unpreparedness to bite Snowball's legs or other parts.

One of them annoyed him so much that Drogo rushed at it with murderous intent and tore out its throat.

From then on, other wolves no longer dared to join in the fierce battle.

"As expected of the legendary Snowfield Beast King, he is really difficult to deal with!"

After struggling for five minutes, Drogo still couldn't get rid of the direwolf. Drogo was very irritated.

He felt that he was far worse than Snowball by borrowing Snowball's body to fight.

Because he has seen Snowball's lightning-like combat speed many times, coming and going freely among thousands of troops, killing people invisible!

Drogo began to get angry, and finally saw his opportunity and pushed the exhausted direwolf down into the dirt, leaving it on its back with its throat and abdomen exposed.

Snowball sniffed and licked the blood around his mouth.

Then he pressed hard, buried his claws into the wolf's belly, and tore off a large piece of meat.

The direwolf stared at the opponent with its yellow eyes, shining in the remaining light of the day, and let out a shrill howl of pain.

It struggled desperately, opening its big mouth in an attempt to force Snowball to retreat and protect its fragile neck.

But the murderous Drogo would never miss the best opportunity to kill the direwolf. The white lion kept waving its claws, tearing off the direwolf's skin like gauze.

Just as the direwolf's struggle became increasingly weak, his eyes began to lose focus.

A girl's surprise rang in Snowball's ears.
Chapter completed!