Under the alternating light and dark lightning, the previously ferocious snake lay on the ground, dying. The silver Wolf King's eyes were fierce, and the corners of its mouth were curled, revealing its terrifying white fangs.
Blue snake blood splattered all over its face, slowly dripping down the corner of its mouth.
Even though professor Yan knew that it had already been seriously injured in the battle with the Dragon snake, he was still so frightened that his hands and feet turned cold.
At this time, the wolf was only five or six meters away from him. The terrifying mutant creatures on the island had long left a deep impression in professor Yan's heart.
The scene of the wolf attack by the stream and the camp appeared in his mind. The chill drilled into his expanding pores, and the gurgling blood seemed to freeze in an instant.
