Zhang Yue looked at the majestic Two-headed Wolf before him, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his chest. The Two-headed Wolf was unimaginably tall, towering a full two heads above Zhang Yue like a towering little hill. Its gray fur appeared exceptionally coarse and tough in the dim and faint light of the cave, every hair standing on end like a sharp steel needle, radiating a bone-chilling aura. Its two wolf heads faced different directions, and its four eyes flickered with cold and fierce light, resembling two ghostly fires in a cold night that could burn a person's soul. Its sharp fangs were exposed, flashing with an icy, cold light in the dimness, as if they could easily tear apart everything in the world.
"This guy doesn't look easy to deal with," Zhang Yue swallowed involuntarily, his throat as dry as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. He instinctively tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and the blade trembled slightly as if responding to its master's inner tension.
The Two-headed Wolf growled lowly, the sound deep and hoarse like a roar from the abyss of hell. Both heads issued threatening sounds simultaneously, intertwining to form a spine-chilling resonance, as if warning Zhang Yue not to act rashly or else suffer its merciless attack.
Chapter 173