Feng Jiu leaned against the tree with her arms folded and looked at the panic-stricken alchemists with a strange expression on her face. Well, she thought that these alchemists were too afraid of death.
In fact, cultivators with Golden Core strength shouldn't have felt so overwhelmed, even if they only possessed the spiritual power and lacked combative power. Yet, these people were afraid of dying from the wolves' claws just from hearing the howling of the wolves. They didn't even have the will to fight, even if they had the ability to fight, what then?
"What shall we do? What shall we do? Oh, that's it, climb up the tree, quickly!"
As she watched them leaping up the tree one after another, she couldn't help but grinned: "Some of the wolves in here can leap up trees." As soon as she had finished speaking, she saw their faces freeze one by one as they stared blankly at each other.
"Awoooo!"
