"Huff! Huff!"
A stinking, scorching breath came from above his head.
Meng Zifei stiffly raised his head to look.
It was a Wolf King, twice the size of an ordinary wild wolf, with a tuft of fiery red fur flying on its forehead like flames.
Within its enormous wolf eyes, aside from the cruel beast nature, there shimmered a glow of wisdom that other wolf packs lacked.
It clearly saw through Meng Zifei's killing techniques, all originated from those hands.
Two cold, heavy claws successively landed between his arms with such force, they nearly crushed his bones.
It let out a low roar, and immediately, two wild wolves rushed out from behind, as if they were under some kind of command, snarling and roaring as they bit into his arm, tearing desperately!
Meng Zifei was in such pain his vision nearly blacked out and he almost fainted, his arms cracked with a sound.
The two beasts bit off his arms alive, dragging them to the side to share among themselves.
