C141 Battle

Damn it.

Mo Fann's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes deep with contemplation, as if pondering something profound.

His body, refined by the Divine Mammoth Purgatory Technique, granted him vision and hearing far beyond the ordinary. Just moments ago, he had discerned a faint glimmer in the eyes of the King of Nether Wolf.

Could it be that..