Boosky just stood there, shell-shocked, with his mouth wide open.
His heart rate was still at its peak as he stared at the battle in front of him.
Or could he even call it a battle? It was just one against everyone.
In front of him was this small black wolf, covered head to toe in blood.
There were hundreds of bite marks all over its body, thick, dark red blood seeping out from every wound. It was hard to say how this beast was even standing.
Even in such a condition, he did not dare think lowly of this beast.
No, not after seeing that carnage.
Not when, even in this state, the beast was running toward the thousands of other dogs charging in from the north.
On the left, there was this massive red fox that jumped in to attack from time to time.
Similar to the West, there was another massive grey fox, far more aggressive in its assault.
Ten powerful players even stood on this emptier side, jumping into the fray from time to time to attack a single monster.
