Regardless of the scorpion-tailed lions or the terror wolves, Caesar had limited knowledge about them, so he couldn't find their fatal weaknesses for targeted attacks.

But one thing he did know.

That is, as a species with a hierarchical social structure, the terror wolves clearly followed the commands of their alpha. It was evident that the role of the alpha in the pack was like the CPU of a computer. Once this component was completely damaged, the pack would fall into a state of paralysis, and it would be impossible for them to regroup and launch an effective attack for a short period of time.

Although he didn't know if killing the alpha would successfully force the pack to retreat, or even potentially trigger a collective frenzy, Caesar was very clear that it was much easier to deal with a headless flock of sheep than an organized army.

So, in the blink of an eye, he made a decision: temporarily avoiding the tough and thick-skinned scorpion-tailed lions, he would first kill the alpha of the terror wolves.

"Ow!"

At the moment when Caesar charged into the pack of wolves, the alpha terror wolf also spotted this newcomer black dragon hatchling. Quickly, the intelligent alpha wolf sensed his intention and raised its head, letting out a long howl, commanding the pack to converge around it.

As Caesar moved forward, he couldn't help but wonder about the terror wolves' sensitivity to pain because the behavior of the male wolves in front of him was undeniably courageous. Even if they were torn apart or had their bones shattered, their attacks wouldn't falter. They would only stop when their necks were twisted and they were dead.

Their behavior reminded Caesar of zombie dogs from the movies of his previous life. His heart sank, strengthening his resolve to quickly kill the alpha wolf.

Fortunately, his dim-witted siblings finally woke up at this moment. They understood Caesar's intentions and immediately shook off the scorpion-tailed lions that were entangled with them, rushing towards the inner circle of the wolf pack.

The alpha wolf walked slowly, clearly seeing the differences between Caesar and the other two black dragon hatchlings. This hatchling's scales were much harder than its age suggested, and his strength and speed were greater. Ordinary terror wolves couldn't bite through his scales; they could only rely on their numerical advantage to wear down his stamina.

This couldn't continue. The alpha wolf couldn't let the three hatchlings unite, as it would put the wolf pack at an absolute disadvantage and put itself in danger.

"Whoop!"

The alpha wolf issued another command to the wolf pack.

The pack quickly responded, and as the pressure on Caesar lessened in the midst of the battle, he couldn't help but look up and see that there were no longer densely packed male wolves in front of him. All the terror wolves had been redirected to Ghalon and Blackscales, who were coming to their aid. Only the alpha wolf with a massive scarred neck remained, coldly staring at him.

"Poof, poof."

At that moment, Caesar noticed the slight tremors in the water. His slender ears twitched, and he immediately knew that the two scorpion-tailed lions were rushing towards him.

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The alpha wolf had locked onto Caesar, intending to entangle him and wait for the scorpion-tailed lions to arrive so they could kill this most powerful young dragon together.

Very clever, indeed.

Caesar knew that as magical beings incapable of using magic in this world, terror wolves could only be considered predators at the lower levels of the food chain. However, their unique survival intelligence was impressive, even matching that of humans in this moment. The alpha wolf's quick judgment in a time of crisis was truly remarkable.

Well then, let's duel!

Caesar gritted his teeth, carefully evaluating the alpha wolf in front of him.

It had strong and short limbs with bulging muscles. Although this type of wolf wasn't particularly swift, their strength was much greater than that of other wolves, and they might even rival lions.

The alpha wolf's triangular head was slightly larger than that of an ordinary terror wolf, with a prominent point on its lower jaw, demonstrating its powerful bite force. Its inverted fur indicated that it was ready to pounce at any moment.

Given the speed of the scorpion-tailed lions, Caesar estimated that he had less than fifteen seconds before they joined the battle. Time was running out, and strategies for attack raced through his mind.

In the world of survival of the fittest, any mistake could be fatal. He only had one chance!

If his attack failed and the scorpion-tailed lions arrived, the situation would be reversed. The exhausted hatchlings would have no hope of victory, only the option to abandon the waterhole and look for another place.

Bring it on.

The calm surface of the shallow water suddenly erupted as a black shadow shot through it. It was only after Caesar had passed that the water churned.

He exerted all his strength, reaching the alpha wolf in front of the ordinary terror wolves could react. At this moment, he roared, twisting his body and adjusting his direction with the power of his genetically enhanced physique. His claws, shining with a cold light, tore through the alpha wolf's neck.

After this series of actions, Caesar felt himself exhausted. Nevertheless, he had to run once again, increasing the distance.

Because the scorpion-tailed lions were getting closer, and their green slime narrowly missed hitting his body.

Looking back, the alpha wolf let out a loud howl that almost drove the wolf pack into a frenzy. But it was just a few howls. This intelligent alpha wolf staggered back a few steps, then fell to the ground with a resounding thud, and blood gushed from its neck like a gushing spring.

Real hunting in the animal kingdom was never like what Caesar had seen in TV shows from his past life. There was no slow-motion scene set to heavy drum beats, with water splashes and smoke swirling around, to determine life and death.

True hunting happened in an instant.

Three seconds were the distance the alpha wolf had traveled between life and death. By the time Caesar charged up, the alpha wolf had tried its best to react, dodge, and prepare to counterattack. But the braking ability of the young dragon was astonishing.

Caesar abruptly stopped, twisted his body, adjusted his attack angle, and his claws finally pierced the alpha wolf's fur and skin, tearing through its jugular vein.

Success!

Caesar looked at the fallen alpha wolf, took a deep breath, and let out the loudest roar he could muster in the direction of the other predators in the waterhole.

That piercing roar, resembling the friction of metal, echoed through the hills. It was the first time he had made such a sound.

"Roar!!!"

Now, it was time to show off. Hearing Caesar's roar, Ghalon and Blackscales also stood up and roared, filling the air with a high-frequency dragon roar that resonated throughout the waterhole.

The remaining terror wolves cowered, making despondent whimpering sounds. The game was over; they didn't even need to see the body of their fallen leader. With their tails between their legs, they scurried away from the waterhole, heading toward the hills.

The two scorpion-tailed lions emitted threatening growls but were quickly silenced by the roars of the hatchlings. They knew that although these young dragons couldn't kill them in the short term, without their support, they would no longer be able to defeat the three hatchlings.

The scorpion-tailed lions slowly backed away, relinquishing their claim to the territory, and other predators like hyenas and jaguars scattered.

"This place is ours."

Caesar gasped for breath, emitting a deep, humming sound from his nose. Then, he bit into the body of the alpha wolf, gulping down large bites.