Pei Ye instinctively shielded everyone behind him.
"It's okay, it's just one wolf. I can handle it."
"We should still be careful," Zhao Lang patted his shoulder, "Wolves are social animals and they like to move in large packs, especially at night."
As soon as he finished his sentence, several more wolves sprang from the bushes, and a few emerged from behind their tents. Altogether, there were more than a dozen.
Such a large number gathered together; even the king of the jungle would find it hard not to be afraid.
Sister Bai Lu and the others' scalps were already numb multiple layers, and by the time these wolves howled and gathered, their faces had turned completely pale.
By this time, Jiang Yan no longer scolded Zhao Lang and tightly held his arm, knowing his strength.
"I can't be dreaming, right? Where did all these fierce spirits come from!"
