The Silver Fox lunged from the iron cage. As it turned, its front claws tore viciously into an old, bleeding wound on Zhao Keluo's arm. Every step it took across his body left a crimson print, and its hind claws kicked away the golden circlet that had bound his hair.
Covered in blood, Zhao Keluo scrambled up in a violent rage. His voice roared through the tangles of his disheveled hair, "You ignorant, death-defying beast! I will flay you alive!"
The silver-white figure did not even glance at Zhao Keluo. Instead, it flashed like lightning toward the southwest corner, its target nothing other than an ivory wolf-head box carved with Sanskrit at the base.
Chapter 62