A dark purple long sword that lacked any luster whatsoever currently flashed in the sunlight shining brightly here and there.
Its movements were obscure just like the movements of the person wielding it.
However, every time the sword flashed, blood was spilled and bloodcurdling howls resounded in the empty dense jungle.
"That's the last of the wolves." Liam bent down to pick up the coins scattered around and a couple of wolf pelts.
These wolves were not the common dire wolves but level 50 green spiked wolves. However, Liam was still able to easily see through their attack patterns and cleanly finish them.
He could have dealt with them more quickly using the golems but the two giants were a bit too attention-grabbing.
So he saved them both for emergency and dealt with this small pack by himself. This was the fifth pack of wolves that he had come across.
