He suddenly sat up, but slipped and fell with his limbs weak.,Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,The wild wolf lifted its hind leg and scratched its neck, then continued to bite down. Jing Yang suppressed his breathing and moved back again… Then, he heard the sound he didn't want to hear most: rustling in the grass beside him. Soon, two wild wolves with blood dripping from their mouths emerged from either side, their green eyes fixed on Jing Yang.。