The moonlight was still so hazy, gentle, like the skin of a baby.
Inside the barrier on the verge of breaking, Jiang Meng felt a chill in her limbs, unable to appreciate any hint of aestheticism.
——This is death.
The fear that one must bear when facing death can easily crush a human's spirit.
Jiang Meng was rather strong-willed. Ye Hanjun had seen many grown men, utterly collapse in fear of death, losing control of their bladder and bowels.
"Whoosh!!"
The Solitary Shadow Wolf launched its third attack on the barrier, the semi-transparent barrier almost filled with cracks.
It seemed as if with a slight push, the three people sheltered within could meet the Solitary Shadow Wolf face-to-face.
"Gulp!"
The Green-Eyed Owl was getting anxious. As an owl with 'sensitiveness' as its Core Personality, it was willing to defend Jiang Haowen to its death.
It swooped down once again, purposely aiming at the shadow, squawking loudly to attract the Solitary Shadow Wolf's attention.
