"Aooooo..."
Deep and angry roars resounded one after another in the dense forest, amidst the whistling fierce wind, more than a dozen Sharp Clawed Demon Wolves attacked from various directions. Their sharp claws flickered with a chilling dim light, seemingly ready to shred everything in front of them.
In the midst of the wolf pack, a figure stepped with mystique footwork, as swift as Rapid Light Step combined with flowing clouds, evading the ferocious attacks of the Demon Wolves without letting them touch even a hem of his clothes.
Ling Feng's expression was as serene as a light cloud in a gentle breeze.
This was already Ling Feng's third day in the Great Wilderness Mountain Range. Throughout these days, Ling Feng had faced countless fights and had grown accustomed to being besieged by demons.
