“Magic is a bit depleted.” Monica Morton's small mouth was slightly open, like a goldfish greedily breathing air, her petite body trembling slightly.

James Grant felt a wave of bitterness in his mouth.

This girl had just fought a battle with the King Kong, then used the Divine Prayer technique, and before she could recover, she encountered a wolf pack attack. No wonder she was on the verge of collapse.

“Sorry!” Monica Morton gave James Grant a bitter smile. “Looks like we're going to die here.”

“Don't say that!” James Grant gently wiped the girl's forehead, completely ignoring the increasingly violent shaking of the big tree. “As long as I'm here, no one can kill you.”

“But... without arrows, we have no weapons to hurt them!”

“I'll think of something!” James Grant patted the girl's head, stood up, and looked around. The branches on the tree could be used, but constantly attacking like this wasn't a solution. Sooner or later, the big tree would be cut down by the howling blades.

The only way now was to make these Nether Wolves retreat... or control them!

Making them retreat was wishful thinking. After fighting for so long, both sides were fired up, and the hatred was irreconcilable.

Looking at the rampaging King Kong and then at the orderly attacking wolf pack, an idea flashed through James Grant's mind.

Narrowing his eyes, shading them with his hand as he looked into the distance, James Grant seemed to be searching for a figure.

After a while, a glint of light flashed in James Grant's eyes, and his spirit was instantly lifted!

That's it! Hiding calmly behind the wolf pack like a proud general was a giant silver-white wolf. This wolf had a coat of pure silver-white fur and was twice the size of an ordinary Nether Wolf. Around it were several other large Nether Wolves—these wolves were the soul of the entire pack, and that silver-white giant was the Wolf King.

Glancing at the distance to a nearby big tree, James Grant took a few steps back, then charged forward with all his strength.

At a life-or-death moment, there was no room for James Grant to hesitate.

The two big trees were more than ten meters apart, but with James Grant's current explosive power, it was a piece of cake.

James Grant's body was as agile as a cheetah, quickly leaping and tumbling among the trees, and soon he was above the head of the silver-white giant.

The Wolf King's keen sense of smell detected danger. Just as it raised its head, it saw a person descending from the sky, swinging a huge fist down at it.

The Wolf King dodged swiftly, its fur standing on end.

James Grant's attack missed, and he worried he might fall to his death, but unexpectedly, after dropping from dozens of meters high, he was only a bit dizzy and otherwise completely unharmed.

The Wolf King's guards reacted quickly, baring their terrifying fangs and raising their sharp claws as they pounced at James Grant.

Before James Grant could react, several wolves bit him. Pain shot through his body from all directions, but it wasn't as bad as he had imagined.

At least, aside from his clothes being torn, he was only bleeding a little.

It seemed he had not only gained great strength but also formidable defense.

No time to think, James Grant clumsily used both feet, smashed one wolf's jaw with a punch, kicked another wolf flying, and broke out of the encirclement.

Only then did James Grant have a chance to closely observe the silver-white giant wolf.

In the Wolf King's eyes, James Grant saw two things.

Emotion and intelligence!

The Wolf King was clearly wary of James Grant's strength, uneasily retreating a few steps. But James Grant wouldn't let it back away—his only hope of survival rested on it. He completely abandoned his own defense, letting the guard wolves bite him, and locked his target savagely on the Wolf King.

Chapter Fourteen: Life-and-Death Struggle

The Wolf King's huge body was tightly held by James Grant, trembling violently like a young girl trying to escape a lecher.

The Nether Wolves of the guard team also leapt nimbly, pressing their huge jaws against James Grant's strong, gleaming body.

At this moment, Young Master Grant was like a koala, clinging to the Wolf King's neck, refusing to let go.

A numbing pain came from all over his body, but the imagined agony of being bitten by Nether Wolves wasn't so unbearable.

James Grant, who had completely abandoned his own defense, was a man with nothing to lose!

He extended his two-finger Zen grip, digging hard into the muscles beneath the Wolf King's snow-white fur, while scenes of taming King Kong replayed in James Grant's mind.

If his guess was right, his chances of survival would greatly increase this time.

Although with James Grant's current strength, killing a Wolf King at such close range would be as easy as wiping his butt, he didn't dare.

Without the Wolf King's command, who knew what these Nether Wolves would do.

To control the emperor and command the vassals—this principle James Grant understood well.

Blood instantly gushed from the Wolf King's neck, dyeing its snowy fur bright red, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.