The size was considerably smaller.
Standing only about ten feet tall, with black bone spikes growing at the joints of its sturdy limbs, and naturally formed grayish-white armor over its chest and back.
Its fur was short except for the wolf head, which remained fluffy. In its eyes, besides the usual fierce light, there was an intelligence different from the pack.
The leading humanoid wolf demon, wearing a small silver crown on its head, roared toward the top of Thousand Fox Mountain, releasing visible white sound waves:
"Old fox, do you really not want to join my Cyan Wolf Ridge?
As the human race says, it's like refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! If you don't surrender, when we break through your mountain gate, it will be the end of your clan!"
"Young Wolf Lord, our Thousand Fox Mountain has always stayed out of worldly affairs and does not involve ourselves in your grudges with the human race, why force us?"
