With new opponents, the wolf pack's tactics instantly became useless, not to mention they noticed that these two individuals were quite formidable.
The wolves retreated, stepping back in an orderly fashion.
"Friends, this is not a fair game. I've been eyeing these wolves for quite a while, so I hope you won't intervene."
The middle-aged man immediately spoke.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "No problem, they're all yours." Honestly, he wasn't interested in these wolves; they were of little use. It was better to hunt more powerful demon beasts; perhaps one would be enough.
The middle-aged man said nothing and immediately chased after them.
Yang Fan continued to lounge on the tree, leisurely resting.
About an hour later, the middle-aged man returned with a full load.
He had already obtained over a dozen elemental crystals from the Blood Moon Demon Wolves. Standing under the tree, he looked up at Yang Fan: "Young man, come down, let's have a chat."
