Chaoyang must have been seriously injured as well. He was unusually quiet during the fight today, frequently putting a hand to his waist.
Even his attacks were half a beat slower than usual.
His face was also growing progressively paler.
Only Feng Moxi stood at the very front like the main fighting force, frantically engaging the enemy.
Ouyang Qingcheng said coolly, "Wolves are the most vengeful of creatures."
He meant that they either had to fight to the death, or, if they let the pack escape, they would have to live in fear of its revenge.
They didn't want either of those outcomes.
Seeing her two injured comrades, Feng Moxi knew they had to end this fight quickly to give them time to recuperate.
Just as they were about to charge, a series of panicked shouts suddenly erupted from behind the wolf pack.
"Aah! It's—it's a pack of Mutant Wolves!"
"What do we do? There must be dozens of them!"
"Shh! Don't just shout like that!"
"You idiot..."
