Like a baby's hand and palm, his own arms and torso became incredibly slender and thin. His skin was so tender that it didn't look like the skin of a man nearly thirty years old at all; he looked more like a three or four-year-old child!,The wild wolf lifted its hind leg and scratched its neck, then continued to bite down. Jing Yang suppressed his breathing and moved back again… Then, he heard the sound he didn't want to hear most: rustling in the grass beside him. Soon, two wild wolves with blood dripping from their mouths emerged from either side, their green eyes fixed on Jing Yang.,Jingyang yanked on the throat of the wild wolf beneath his feet, jerking his head back with a splash of blood. He turned to fight the wolf that had ambushed him from behind.。