The buzzing of insects in their ears had already grown faint.
Off in the distant sky, startled crows flew in circles, still looking for a place to perch.
But in the dense forest, in the territory of the wolf's den, the battle had unexpectedly come to an end!
Had it even been five minutes in total?
Zhao Li, Zhang Wu, and Huang Dengshan, who had finally managed to focus their eyes, watched as the pack of wolves whimpered and fled until they were no longer in sight.
The focus in their eyes abruptly scattered, as if losing the ability to focus, turning their heads to gaze at Ye Hanjun in disbelief.
"The battle... has ended just like that?"
"Such a strong wolf king... defeated in just a few blows?"
The three were shocked, their mouths wide enough to put two eggs in.
"Wait, Assistant Han, your Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits..."
In the battle involving life and death, Zhao Li could not afford to be distracted.
