The Wolf King howled in pain, its massive jaws opening wide. A trace of elemental fluctuation emanated from that wet, thickly bloody mouth, aimed directly at James Grant's forehead.

The power of the Whistling Blade that the Wolf King was about to unleash was naturally on a completely different level from that of an ordinary Nether Wolf. Even though James Grant currently possessed formidable defenses, he didn’t dare to confront it head-on.

He jerked his head sharply to the side, dodging the Wolf King’s Whistling Blade. The Nether Wolf that had been biting James Grant's shoulder from behind had its head sliced open by this powerful magic and fell to the ground, motionless.

“Damn!” James Grant muttered in relief, his hands moving even faster. The blood from the Wolf King’s neck spurted out like a spectacular fountain.

The next moment, the struggling Wolf King was enveloped in a beam of light, just like the one that had surrounded James Grant and King Kong earlier.

James Grant felt a warm current flow from his chest into his body, and the once ferocious Wolf King before him now seemed especially friendly.

The silver-white Wolf King gradually stopped trembling, panting heavily.

The members of the Wolf King’s guard, who had still been biting James Grant, suddenly leapt off him and lay motionless on the ground, as if the Wolf King had given some unknown command. These guards, much larger and more imposing than ordinary Nether Wolves, instantly released James Grant.

James Grant was ecstatic!

His guess had been correct! To tame a magical beast, its blood must be fused into the jade token at his chest.

With a thought, he issued a command in his mind.

The Wolf King glanced at James Grant, a look of awe flickering in its once domineering eyes, then opened its massive jaws and let out a howl.

All the Nether Wolves instantly ceased their actions.

King Kong now unleashed his full might. With no resistance from the Nether Wolves, he slaughtered over a dozen of them in one go. Just moments ago, these agile, flea-like creatures had frustrated King Kong to no end. Now, seeing them standing dumbly in place, King Kong vented all his pent-up frustration on them. Even when James Grant stopped him, the golden-glowing King Kong still felt unsatisfied.

Monica Morton's small chest heaved violently as she steadied herself against a tree trunk and stood up.

If she had been any later, the tree she was on would have been cut down at the base!

Although she didn’t understand what method this man had used, Monica Morton knew that the Wolf King had become James Grant's magical pet.

What kind of man is this?

To so easily tame a Nether Wolf King known for its pride and cold-bloodedness? Monica Morton felt her mind go blank.

He tried making the Wolf King perform a few simple actions, and after confirming that this silver-white giant wolf was now his, James Grant excitedly leapt up the tree and carried Monica Morton down from the trunk.

The once ferocious Nether Wolf pack now obediently lay on the ground, the only sounds being the licking of their wounds.

The bloody scent filled the entire forest, attracting a flock of nocturnal scavenger birds that had not yet gone to sleep.

King Kong shook his head like a proud general, patrolling back and forth among the Nether Wolves, occasionally flexing his dark muscles, earning a series of eye rolls from the wolves.

“Girl, come over and see what rank it is.” James Grant pulled Monica Morton's small hand and led her to the silver-white giant wolf. His intuition told him this Wolf King was more than just third rank.

“Same as King Kong, both are fifth rank. My god, these guards actually have fourth-rank strength!” Monica Morton exclaimed, eyes wide, pointing at the Wolf King’s guard squad.

“Not bad, but not great!” James Grant curled his lip.

“Once a magical beast is born, its rank is already set. Although some can advance, the difficulty of that process is beyond our imagination. For this Nether Wolf pack to have so many advanced magical beasts is truly unbelievable.” Monica Morton gave James Grant a reproachful glare, almost stealing his soul.

“Doesn’t matter.” James Grant didn’t understand why Monica Morton was so shocked. Although only the Wolf King was fifth rank and the others were third or fourth, their sheer numbers made up for any shortcomings.

This unexpected gain gave James Grant great confidence in facing Monica Morton's clan.

Monica Morton glanced at James Grant, wanting to ask how he had accomplished this, but didn’t have the nerve.

Seeing the blood still trickling from the Wolf King’s neck, Monica Morton couldn’t help but feel a surge of compassion. She took out a pill from her chest, crushed it, and gently applied it to the Wolf King’s wound.

James Grant's eyes nearly popped out!

He flopped down on the ground, shouting, “Poor me, I’m covered in wounds…”

Monica Morton wrinkled her little nose, her cheeks flushed, and once again took out a pill from her chest, applying it in the same way to the barely noticeable wounds on Young Master Grant's body.

James Grant even caught a faint scent of milk.

Chapter 15: The Annihilated Tribe

This was truly a bountiful harvest. With Monica Morton's help, James Grant carefully counted the number of Nether Wolves in the pack.