Little Wolf closed his mouth, holding Zhao Fen's head inside it.
It was merely held, with sharp fangs lightly piercing Zhao Fen's neck skin, yet not breaking through.
Although it wasn't punctured, the terror at this level was more frightening than if it had been.
If bitten through, Zhao Fen might risk everything for a desperate fight, but now, with his head unbroken, Zhao Fen dared not move, fearing his head might truly be bitten off.
There Zhao Fen's head was held within Little Wolf's mouth, yet his body remained outside, entirely stiff, not daring to move at all.
Around them, Zhao Feng's disciples couldn't see clearly at the moment, only realizing Zhao Fen's head was gone, and instant alarm spurred them to turn around and flee.
At this moment, Wang Yan said coldly, "Let them stay there."
Upon hearing Wang Yan's voice, a sob-like curse emerged from Little Wolf's mouth—"All of you, stay put."
Hearing Zhao Fen was indeed alive, dozens of Demon Emperors stopped immediately.
