Facing the three increasingly menacing, man-eating wolves, in that instant when the sense of impending death shrouded his heart, Jing Yang felt his brain cells wither and regenerate at an unprecedented rate, desperately trying to find a way to survive. No matter how imaginative he was, it seemed unrealistic. Was this even a transmigration Before he could figure it out, he was about to be devoured by wolves again, or perhaps just have a meal...,Wild Wolf Jing Yang's pupils contracted. The pentagram of blood quickly dissipated on the enemy wolf's tongue, unable to leave the expected rose-gold pentagram pattern - it was a failure!,He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cloud of foul air.。