This was an intense slaughter.
Han Bu Liu tried to resist desperately, trying to overturn the situation. But Fang Yuan saw through his actions every time, destroying his battle tactic. All his resistances were suppressed. Every effort he put in yielded no result.
An hour later, there were only eight wild dogs left, they were all Fang Yuan's.
Han Bu Liu's expression was pale, sweating profusely as he stood dazed on the ground.
Plop!
He suddenly kneeled on the ground, begging Fang Yuan: "Lord little beast king, please spare my life! I will do anything for you to repay your kindness. You are a genius, a monsterous genius! I was scared and had no options but to battle you. Your mastery of the enslavement path has left me utterly speechless in admiration. Lord little beast king, from today onwards, you are my master!"
Liberating those poor wild dogs and letting them serve a purpose in life.