Chapter 287: Who the hell do you think you are?

"Right now. Immediately. Call off your mutts." "Or I'll slap you to death." Nash Johnston had the Wolf King's massive head pinned under his palm, handling it like a naughty dog. The Wolf King had no choice but to submit. Tough luck-of all the people it could have run into, it met a walking cheat code like Nash Johnston. Awooo, awooo, awooo! The howl ripped from the Wolf King's throat. It was the order to retreat. Down below the treeline, the mercenaries with Sarah Webberlye, plus the Celestial...