As soon as the wild wolf got off the two of them, Yang Ming quickly stood up and went to his wife's side, pulling her frightened figure into his arms, burying her head against his chest to prevent her from seeing the horrific scene.
Meanwhile, he held a dagger in his hand, constantly on alert for fear of another attack by the wolves.
The wolf that was shot by the arrow got away from Yang Ming and Xiaoxiao but hadn't howled a few times before it was hit by another flying arrow from the archer.
The arrows flew densely, showing how accurate the archer's skills were. Without long-term practice, one couldn't achieve such archery proficiency.
Every arrow hit its mark, leaving Yang Ming in awe of the archery skill and filled with admiration.
The three wolves fell to the ground, barely alive, under this barrage of arrows.
Seeing the wolves fall, Yang Ming was overjoyed and hurriedly shouted to his wife in his arms, "Honey, it's okay now, we are saved."
