"Roar..."
The Jackal God fixed its gaze on Hong Yan, emitting a low roar from its throat, its pupils slightly contracting, with terrifying divine power surging through its body.
"Whoosh!"
The Jackal God leaped forward, like a terrifying shadow, swiftly enveloping Hong Yan.
Engaged in battle, Hong Yan suddenly felt his hair stand on end, as a terrifying sense of crisis loomed over him.
In the critical moment, he instinctively thrust the Bone Spear to his left.
"Snap!"
A fearsome wolf claw appeared, instantly snapping the Bone Spear into several pieces.
"Ah!"
Hong Yan looked at the broken Bone Spear in his hand, his face full of disbelief, his mind blank for an instant.
He was a Four-Color Warrior, considered among the strongest in the small tribe, yet in front of the Totem God, he was as weak as an ant.
An ant might be strong and brave, but in the end, it is just an ant, and the jackal could crush it with one step.
