87 The God of War Descends

More than ten pairs of bloodshot eyes appeared one after another around the forest. They moved about like will-o'-the-wisps searching for the weakest link in the circle of fire. 

"Awoo! Awoooo! AWOOOO!"

The Demonic Bloody Moon Wolves' howls became shriller, and with the foul-smelling bloody fog, they stimulated the humans' nasal mucosa and eardrums. Then, it went further to invade their nerves. 

If it were not for Meng Chao's guidance, most of the examinees would have been consumed by fear at this point. 

But now, their noses and ears were covered by cotton and strips of cloth soaked in wolf blood. They knew that the seemingly terrifying creatures were just using the darkness to hide their weakness. Under the illumination of fire, if they were to really fight against the humans armed with guns and knives, they would not be that much stronger than crippled dogs.