There are wolves in the Kunlun Mountains, but the presence of a wolf pack above the halfway point was still a surprise to the three of them.
The temperature here was no longer suitable for any living creatures, perhaps only a few plants could grow in this place.
In the boundless white world, the moment a pair of oily green pupils opened, the whole world seemed to change color, filled with a bloody thirst for blood.
"Something's wrong! These creatures are almost cunning!" Ye Ling suddenly exclaimed.
The gray wolves facing them were completely different from ordinary wolves, with bodies much larger, at least a size bigger than a normal wolf.
Moreover, their fur was like steel, shimmering in the light, especially the leader. A tuft of white hair grew in the middle of its head, which was very conspicuous and imposing.
"What do we do? Kill them?" Mo Xing asked, somewhat nervously feeling the ill-intent in their gazes, and he couldn't help but tense up.
