The wind was howling, and everyone was waiting with attention.

Tuvia looked toward the observatory before entering, and looked at Anubis. Her cold and indifferent eyes seemed to be teasing, or had a deeper meaning. She smiled slightly and then turned around and entered.

She stood proudly at the door and quickly scanned the situation inside. Tens of thousands of wolves were neatly arranged in a square array.

The group of wolves headed by them had fur as smooth as snow, and their eyes were arrogant. When they saw Tuvia, their eyes showed contempt and ridicule.

The soldiers at the gate planned to close the iron gate immediately after Tuvia entered. In the flash of lightning, Tuvia flashed out as fast as a ghost. Before anyone could see clearly, she stepped forward.

With a backhand, he quickly pulled the soldier in who had closed the door.

With a sudden force, the soldier restrained by her was forcefully pushed into the pack of wolves in front of her.

The expression full of panic, the body trying to escape, and the unwilling and incomprehensible face were quickly overwhelmed by the ferocious attacks of more than a dozen groups of wolves.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream resounded through the sky, and this scene shocked the entire Lucist Restricted Area.

Tuvia's face remained expressionless, the strong wind blew her hair, and her indifferent expression was slowly infected by bloodthirsty and arrogance.

Indifferent and domineering. Such an unexpected incident shocked all the onlookers on the observation deck, and even more shocked their leader Anubis.

His eyes became deeper and deeper, and the corner of his mouth curled into a meaningful smile, as if he had discovered a rare gem.

When Tuvia quickly dodged and pulled the soldier into the restricted area, Anubis truly admired this woman's ruthlessness and willingness to do anything.

Seeing that a complete person was about to turn into bones, Tuvia sneered. There seemed to be more than a dozen of them attacking her. Now was the time for her to attack.

Moving quickly, he came to a group of wolves that were forming a circle and feasting. The wolves here had undergone strict training. Tuvia quickly observed after entering.

The supreme leader here is the snow-white wolf king at the head. It has a pair of arrogant eyes like Anubis, which is the symbol of the king.

The white wolf looked at everything with cold eyes, which seemed to be a little mocking, either towards the fragility of the deceased or Tuvia's boldness.

The other wolves were still lined up neatly in the rearguard, not moving at all. Only the dozen or so wolves that were the first to attack were quickly biting the prey brought to their mouths. Tuvia seized the gap and quickly drew his knife and charged at it.

The dozens of groups of evil wolves attacked, their figures as fast as lightning, their eyes extremely fierce, and they used both hands to end the life of a wolf with a single blow.

Then a series of screams could be heard endlessly, and he fell down with grief and pain. His green eyes were fiercely opened, and his face was extremely ferocious.

Tuvia didn't realize it, fast, ruthless, and accurate. This has always been her habit. But in a short time, more than a dozen batches of wolf carcasses were placed at her feet.

At this time, Tuvia was almost stained with blood, her white linen dress was stained with blood, and her slightly messy long hair was dancing in the strong wind, adding some evil to her.

From a distance, it looks like a leading winter plum flying in the wind. It is so cold and biting, but so arrogant that it cannot be ignored.
Chapter completed!