A dark purple-furred wolf with dark-black stripes resembling countless obscure runes stood on the ground while her pitch-black horn radiated an air of death. The visage of death covered her body as many strands of death energy flew around her like otherworldly dragonflies, eerily lighting up her surroundings. Her three tails flailed wavily, mesmerizing the male wolf opposite to her.
The male Emperor-Tier Nether Springs Death Wolf seemed to be genuinely stunned, but he narrowed his eyes, full of suspicion, as he walked around her one time before stopping in front of her.
"Who are you? Why have you come here?"
Nadia opened her jaw, "I have come to learn the truth about the suppression behind the Nether Springs Death Wolves."
She panned her gaze, her eyes narrowing, "I sense that you're all old. You cannot give birth to a progeny, can you?"
"…"
