As he parted the tangled weeds once more, he inadvertently caught sight of a distant hill. At its peak, stood a monstrous beast with its back to the setting sun. Its silhouette was hazy and indistinct, but its twin eyes radiated an eerie glow, locking onto his gaze from afar.,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...,Jing Yang was thinking this way, a drop of the crimson blood that had splashed on him floated away from his skin and hovered slowly in front of him. Jing Yang's thoughts were in turmoil, and the line of blood almost fell to the ground. Jing Yang held his breath and concentrated, controlling the bloodline to fly towards the two wild wolves that were rolling and wrestling on the ground. In mid-air, the bloodline gradually formed a five-pointed star under the control of a white light.。