Jingyang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps erupted on his scalp. A wave of cold air shot straight up to his brain from the base of his spine.,As he parted the tangled weeds once more, he inadvertently caught sight of a distant hill. At its peak, stood a monstrous beast with its back to the setting sun. Its silhouette was hazy and indistinct, but its twin eyes radiated an eerie glow, locking onto his gaze from afar.,One wolf, its throat torn open, gradually stopped struggling. The other two wolves continued to fight. Jingyang took a deep breath of the thick, bloody air, gritting his teeth against the pain in his heart, forcing himself to remain calm. Even if he didn't understand what was really going on, he couldn't afford to make a mistake now...。