Sitting on the high ground, she saw what the man below was doing.
He was punching one wolf with his bare hands, each one hitting the forehead, each one beaten to death by him. Such ruthlessness, she, Shen Xiaoxiao, had never seen it before.
The wolf carcasses on the ground were covered by the darkness of the night, which made the killing a little more hidden. However, Shen Xiaoxiao could clearly see that the man, the man called Yan Kuan, still had the broken blade pinned firmly to his waist, and the scabbard had not been drawn, he did not seem to have any intention of pulling out the blade.
He had done it on purpose. He had deliberately used his bare hands to deal with the wolf pack.
This realization made Shen Xiaoxiao's hair stand on end. This made her feel even more terrified than when she had just seen the wolf carcasses littered on the ground.
