Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,The soft fur was hard to notice, and it moved without wind, gently drifting towards the wolf in the middle.,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!。