Many averted their eyes from the brutal scene ahead, some even lowering their heads to stare at the ground.
"Everyone, keep your eyes forward," Ancient Wen Heng gritted out. At this critical juncture, he fought back his nausea, not daring to relax for a second as he stared intently ahead.
He tilted his head slightly. "Qianqian, stay right behind me."
"Okay," Jin Qianqian replied, daring only to look at Ancient Wen Heng's back. She added pointedly, "Don't worry about me. I can handle myself."
Ancient Wen Heng pressed his lips together and said no more, pinning his hopes on the circle of fire to repel the starving wolves.
"Help me!" Cries for help suddenly rang out from beyond their circle. Everyone's heart clenched, and their eyes were involuntarily drawn toward the sound.
"It's those bandits from before! They're surrounded by wolves." To prevent their escape, they had all been tied up securely.
