The divine light among the ancient beasts captivated one's heart and soul.
"This must be the true Divine Spirit..."
Zhou Leng was thinking when he heard a strange sound nearby.
Turning his head, he saw Huang's body uncontrollably expanding, transforming into a ten-meter-long black wolf.
The head sharpened and elongated, and beneath the eyes on both sides of the face, wounds appeared one after another, forming a line.
Within the wounds, silver light spheres emerged, resembling silver eyes but not actual eyes.
Seven appeared on each side.
The fur all over its body stood stiffly, like a silver-eyed black wolf.
It was a bit bizarre, yet more imposing.
After a while, Huang blinked, saw Zhou Leng beside him, rolled his eyes, reverted to his usual state, and grinned.
Zhou Leng patted Huang's head and stepped through the gate.
The Eight-toothed Mammoth and Huang passed through the gate together.
