Before I could say anything, I saw the Lycan King cross his arms on the table and lower his head slightly, looking at me with a predatory gaze. At that moment, an invisible pressure came from his body and quickly occupied the entire room.
"That's not it. Let's just..." I spoke with difficulty, trying to get the Lycan King to retract this pressure. I was already almost out of breath.
"Leave him, leave this place!" The Lycan King suddenly snarled at me.
Who should I leave? Michael? No, I couldn't.
"No," I said through gritted teeth.
The Lycan King glared at me coldly. He was trying to exert pressure on me to show his authority, and he was trying to make me yield.
I persevered with great difficulty, but at the same time, I felt a familiar feeling from this pressure. But how was that possible? This was my first time meeting the Lycan King!
Leave him, leave him, leave him...
