Blood blossoms.
A riding spear, pinpoint accurate, pierced into the wind wolf's mouth, going straight through its head.
Lifting the wolf's corpse with his spear, Mo Jin rapidly ascended, as six half-meter long wind blades crisscrossed behind him, failing to harm him.
Mo Jin's speed was too fast for the wind wolves to react quickly; the released wind blades couldn't anticipate beforehand, so they could only eat the dust behind the Great Needle Bee.
Climbing to fifty meters high, Mo Jin hovered in the air and casually shook his spear, tossing the wolf corpse down from mid-air.
On the ground, six wind wolves glared angrily, with whirlwinds of blue wind appearing around them, making them seem a bit lighter and agile.
Mo Jin didn't dive down again, instead, lifting his tail like a bullet, he shot at the wolf pack.
Poison needles broke through the air resistance, piercing towards the wind wolves.
