“Def...definitely not the same level.” The upper half of Wang Sanpang’s body was covered with blood as he climbed up from the dirt.
Xu Zhaoting remained on the floor, his current situation no different from Mu Bai’s.
On the other side, the other five students had also collapsed on the ground. They were buried beneath the sand and stones, completely unable to get up again.
The Spirit Wolf had suffered some damage, but the injuries were not enough for it to lose any of its combat prowess.
The Spirit Wolf’s strength had far surpassed their imaginations. Even if more of them calmed themselves, even if they had ten or more people, they would still be unable to deal with it.
“If all forty of us were to join together and cast their spells, then it’s possible that we could win. Bastard, scoundrels, this father will actually die in a place like this!” Wang Sanpang cursed.
