The Omniversal Merchant

The gray wolf leader was in terrible shape—its breath was weak, its fur a mess, and it had taken a severe beating from all directions.

And yet, despite its injuries, it still bared its fangs fiercely, refusing to submit.

If anything, it looked even more vicious.

A stubborn beast to the end.

It was clear at a glance—this wolf was different from the others.

Its strength was roughly equivalent to a third or fourth-stage Mortal Awakening cultivator.

But that meant nothing.

Even without their cultivation bases, the players outnumbered it over a dozen to one.

More importantly—they were all seasoned warriors.

The outcome of this battle was already set in stone.

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