This big guy looks so adorable, Young Master Grant's eyes welled up with tears of emotion.

The Netherwolf hesitated for a moment, seeming somewhat wary, but in the next instant, it strode forward even more resolutely, quickly approaching.

"Climb the tree!" James Grant instantly made the right decision. He grabbed the dazed Monica Morton, pushed off the ground with his foot, and shot up high into the air.

The trees here were nothing like those on Earth—each one was unbelievably massive, with trunks so thick it would take five or six people to encircle them, and the older ones would need a dozen or even twenty people to wrap their arms around.

The sprawling branches provided James Grant with perfect footholds, and with a few leaps, he had already reached a height of twenty meters above the ground.

After settling Monica Morton securely on a thick branch, James Grant finally turned his head to observe the situation below.

Kong was still raging, but he couldn't stop the Netherwolf's advance. The furious gorilla leapt about wildly, as if his dignity had been gravely challenged. Spotting a nearby tree about half a meter thick, he swung his huge foot and kicked it.

With a crisp crack, the tree snapped in half, making James Grant's heart pound with fear.

Only now did he realize just how powerful his magical pet truly was.

Kong grabbed the broken tree, and under James Grant's stunned gaze, half-reclined his body, assumed a javelin-throwing stance, and hurled the tree forward with all his might.

In that instant, Kong was a god!

"Awooo~~" Several miserable wolf howls rang out. James Grant could clearly see the blood splattering, as bright as fiery red roses.

Kong's throw was fast and accurate, and the force was simply outrageous. The tree smashed flat the bodies of several wolves at the front of the pack before finally falling to the ground.

Kong panted heavily, straightening his back and staring ahead, his two sharp fangs flashing in and out as his lips curled.

James Grant swallowed hard up in the tree, the scene before his eyes fiercely assaulting his senses.

Several sharp whistling sounds rushed over from afar, sounding like a sudden windstorm.

Before James Grant could figure out what was happening, Monica Morton had already yanked him down onto the branch.

James Grant only felt a sharp attack flash past his forehead, followed by a "bang" sound.

Looking up, he saw that at some point, a huge gash had appeared in the branch.

Again, several streaks of silvery-white flashed overhead, striking the branch and making more impact sounds.

This time, James Grant saw clearly: with each attack, fresh gashes appeared in the branch, and wood chips flew all over his head and face.

"What’s going on?" James Grant's face was deathly pale. If Monica Morton hadn't pulled him just now, his head would probably have been chopped off by those silvery-white things.

"The Netherwolf's Howling Blade—wind magic!" Monica Morton's explanation came a bit late again.

"Damn!" James Grant's heart was pounding, and even his steps were unsteady.

A whole pack of third-tier magical beasts that could cast spells! He'd thought climbing high would be safe, but now he realized he'd just made himself an obvious target for these wolves.

The whooshing sound came again. James Grant turned his stiff neck and was instantly dumbfounded.

Even Monica Morton turned pale with fright this time.

A sky-filling barrage of silvery-white wind blades sliced through the air, shooting straight at the two of them. Every leaf and branch in their path was shredded to dust.

Just as the two of them were in utter despair, the ground suddenly trembled, and a tall, imposing figure appeared in front of them.

"Roar~~~" Kong puffed out his chest and roared fearlessly.

A series of muffled thuds came from ahead. Kong's massive body staggered in midair and toppled over at an angle, sending up a spray of dirt and a flurry of leaves.

James Grant's eyes grew moist.

Kong had actually leapt over twenty meters high, using his own body to block those countless Howling Blades.

The blood in James Grant's chest surged with excitement, and suddenly a stream of golden energy pierced through his clothes, descending straight onto Kong. The source of the energy was the jade pendant hanging at his chest.

Chapter 11: Fierce Battle

Although the number of Howling Blades was enormous, and most of them struck Kong, in the face of a magical beast renowned for its strongest physical defense, these attacks didn't do much damage.

However, the already rough and uneven black fur now looked even more ravaged, the sharp wind blades of the Howling Blade having cut Kong's once-proud fur into a jagged mess, giving it a certain impressionist beauty.

Kong was utterly enraged, his mood plummeting in an instant.

Before he could even get up from the ground, the golden light shooting from James Grant's chest had already shone onto Kong.