Martin now felt as if he were facing a wolf, not a person.
This feeling was eerily familiar to Martin.
Suddenly, Martin remembered that when he previously encountered the black wolf, it was the same feeling of being targeted.
“Clearly, it’s a person in front of me, how could it be a wolf!” Martin shook his head, finding the notion utterly absurd.
“Hey…” Martin wanted to greet this person, thinking that this person must have also been stranded on this deserted island like him.
But just as he began to speak, Martin saw this strange person suddenly raise his hand in his direction.
Martin focused his gaze and realized that in his hand, he held an object resembling a longbow, along with a few arrows.
“What does this person want to do?” Martin was intensely curious.
The next moment, Mart
