"AWOOOO"
Even before the beasts appeared, Yang Ze was able to hear their howls, and in that instant, his face turned dark.
"It's those damn wolves again." How could Yang Ze not recognise the howl of wolves? He had heard it before that bastard was trying to tear him apart. Now, from the sounds of it, he was back again, and this time with a lot of reinforcement.
Gritting his teeth in anger, Yang Ze readied himself for the upcoming battle as he gently patted the spiritwing, signalling it to get in position and ready to strike.
One minute passed… two minutes passed…
With every passing second, the sound of wolves drew closer and closer. And even before them, Yang Ze was able to smell that fishy smell.
"They are here." Exhaling a mouthful of air, Yang Ze immediately jumped back as he raised his hand, using his newly gained talent.
In that instant, a long wind-blade appeared in front of him out of thin air.
