C140 Unconscious

The terrain here was flat, the snowfield stretching out vast and unbroken, yet its openness and evenness made it a natural amphitheater for combat.

In the blink of an eye, behind Wind, a fierce gust struck with alarming force. Wind's hairs stood on end in oblivious alarm.

Not good! The old wolf demon had picked up his trail!

Instinctively, he dodged