So, he pulled out an even bigger bamboo whistle and, puffing up his cheek muscles, blew into it fiercely.
The whistle itself slightly twisted and expanded!
Suddenly!
Bang!
It burst open!
It blew up so violently that his cheeks were torn to pieces, and blood spurted out.
Yet the mystical command he had issued didn't disturb the Wolf King or any other wicked wolves at all.
They continued to follow Doudou's commands, fighting valiantly, and thoroughly stirred up a rebellion within their ranks.
This scene left Shen Zhou utterly dumbstruck.
Good heavens!
When did my daughter come here?
Did she come here all by herself?
How did she find this place?
Previously, when the ferocious pack of wolves surged out, Shen Zhou had been somewhat anxious.
He could tell that no matter how strong the Iron Ghost was, it couldn't withstand these mutated evil wolves!
As he was pondering how to deal with them, he suddenly witnessed these scenes unfold.
