The mutated white wolf shook its head again,
wanting to toss Han Zhan high into the air, then crush his bones and meat, and swallow him.
But it failed.
Han Zhan clung tightly to its teeth, not getting thrown off at the first moment.
Instead, taking advantage of this opportunity, he freed himself from the wolf's fang that pierced his body, and dove straight into... the white wolf's mouth.
The white wolf was stunned.
It seemed unable to comprehend how the "food" took the initiative to roll into its belly.
Skipping the earlier chewing steps seemed to save some trouble, but swallowing it directly like this felt wrong, with a vague sense of unease.
It turned out its feeling was not mistaken.
Because in the next second, the white wolf suddenly felt a violent cramping pain in its stomach, its whole body twisting like a pretzel, rolling on the ground in agony.
Han Zhan was still not dead!
