Yang Wei held Sun Yuying tightly in his arms.
He was about to ask her what was wrong, when he noticed eight towering white wolves stalking toward them like hungry predators.
These wolves were abnormally huge. They had fangs the size of swords, intimidatingly muscular limbs and stood at seven meters.
Sun Yuying, feeling the tension, didn't protest being held so intimately in his arms; instead, her focus shifted to the looming threat. "We're done for," she exclaimed fearfully, "those wolves are in the Golden Core realm!"
Yang Wei remained remarkably calm.
Obviously, I shouldn't be bothered about this, but if I do use mana in this realm, it might just spit me out like it did the last time. And I'm fairly certain Yuying won't be coming with me.
He looked at Sun Yuying and asked, "Do you trust me?"
