Hearing the continuous screams from behind, Xiao Tianlong suddenly felt an ominous premonition rising within him. It was a cold feeling, and very oppressive.
He struggled to turn around and saw in the courtyard outside, one after another, wolves of a bluish-gray color, with a terrifying murderous aura, had gathered around the one he had killed with a crossbow.
The glossy green wolf eyes, like lethal green blossoms, slowly unfolded, all fixed on Xiao Tianlong and carrying an incredibly ferocious intent to kill.
One after another, there were at least fifty or sixty wolves. Among them, one wolf, larger in size, stood erect in the midst of the pack with an air of undeniable authority.
"Howl!"
The sound shattered the heavens, carrying both tragedy and despair. Their companion had died, shot down by the human in front of them wielding a crossbow.
