Jingyang's head was in a whirl, he just wanted to escape this pile of corpses as quickly as possible. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs going soft, squeezing through the towering, messy grass, trying to climb out.,But JingYang, this half-way monk wolf, in hand-to-hand combat, would ultimately not be a match for the professional wolves. Moreover, he was completely unfamiliar with the movement patterns of quadrupeds. The enemy wolf roared while grappling, biting, and wrestling with JingYang, gradually gaining the upper hand… On the other side, JingYang’s true form, sitting cross-legged, watched in anxiety. If he lost this fight, then being bitten to death would be his fate!,Soon, the wild wolf stopped struggling. Jing Yang felt a strange aura again, drilling into his heart, both cold and hot. His heart twitched violently. Just as he had struggled to stand up, he fell back onto his buttocks.。