Jingyang carefully moved backward, his eyes fixed on the back of the wolf that was eating.,The wild wolf that had been munching on its food moments ago suddenly stopped, turned back, and licked its sharp teeth as if it were sneering at Jingyang.,Jing Yang was thinking this way, a drop of the crimson blood that had splashed on him floated away from his skin and hovered slowly in front of him. Jing Yang's thoughts were in turmoil, and the line of blood almost fell to the ground. Jing Yang held his breath and concentrated, controlling the bloodline to fly towards the two wild wolves that were rolling and wrestling on the ground. In mid-air, the bloodline gradually formed a five-pointed star under the control of a white light.。