What the hell, you three damn dogs, are you toying with your prey or saving this fresh meat for last,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!,Recalling the heart-wrenching pain he had felt before waking, Jing Yang looked around. Surrounded by these corpses, half-buried in towering weeds, he finally understood the reason for his dream-like experience.。