Chapter 486: Dead Fog, Lost Trail

"Rooaar!" The three Rotbone Wolves howled in unison. In their hollow sockets, ghostly green soulflame surged, and their four paws hammered the ground as they lunged like three streaks of black lightning. They were fast. Far faster than anything in the Immortal First Stage. Dante Easton didn't retreat. He stepped into it. His right hand closed on empty air, and the Halfborne Ruler slid from his sleeve, flowing into the shape of a black-and-white longsword. He still didn't use his full strength....