Wang Hao looked up at the Silver Wolf, quickly gauging the straight-line distance between them.
There were still 1,000 meters!
"Ao ao, ao ao..."
The gray-haired wild wolf opened its bloody maw and lunged towards him.
Wang Hao rolled on the spot, his blade streaking through the night like a shooting star, piercing straight forward.
"Puchi!"
The wolf's neck met the knife, a bright red rose blooming in the wind, strikingly glaring in the pitch-black night.
After slaying three wild wolves, Wang Hao advanced 400 meters with an imposing dominance!
Just 600 meters left!
"Ao ao, ao ao..."
This time, two small wolf packs, no fewer than thirty wolves, charged with fangs bared and claws extended.
Seeing this, Wang Hao's eyebrows locked together tightly like chains linking boats.
Just when he was out of options, he suddenly caught sight of a barren boulder not far off.
