Intense fluctuations of vital energy were evident on that side, where large tables had been set up for the strong leaders of the Wind Wolves.2

Tang San silently concealed his aura, making not the slightest sound. He continued to wait.0

The pig demons were busily carrying out pots of meat and sending them to the backyard, followed by jars of strong liquor.1

Having lived in the Wind Wolf Clan's small town, Tang San was well aware of how fond these demons were of drinking. Thus, today's plan came naturally.0

The party became noticeably noisier; they were celebrating the most important day of the year, after all.0

Over a hundred tables filled the spacious backyard. Not far off, an altar held thirty-six corpses from which blood continuously dripped, flowing and soaking into the patterns on the altar's surface, emitting a thick, metallic scent.2

This scent...0