The forest became silent. There was no-one around the wolf peeping at its lifeless body. That batch of Westerners with the others had taken to their heels and scuttled away.
There were no more sounds of battle, and only sounds of silence prevailed.
It took Du Huaijin and Ouyang Qing quite some time to dig out that pair of wolf teeth from the precipitous hill. The mere sight of these teeth made them quake with terror.
This was the weapon that the Ash Wolf had used to make its last strike. They were hurled at Chu Feng, but they missed. Instead, they pierced through a boulder then crushed into the hill. Nothing could stand in their way.
The teeth were over a meter long. They were thicker than an arm and heavier than a truck.
