Jing Yang was thinking this way, a drop of the crimson blood that had splashed on him floated away from his skin and hovered slowly in front of him. Jing Yang's thoughts were in turmoil, and the line of blood almost fell to the ground. Jing Yang held his breath and concentrated, controlling the bloodline to fly towards the two wild wolves that were rolling and wrestling on the ground. In mid-air, the bloodline gradually formed a five-pointed star under the control of a white light.,Wild Wolf Jing Yang's pupils contracted. The pentagram of blood quickly dissipated on the enemy wolf's tongue, unable to leave the expected rose-gold pentagram pattern - it was a failure!,All around, the increasingly frequent howls of wild wolves echoed.。
