It’s Raining. Your Faces

Yun Jian currently had a foot stepped on the wolf that had just died. She bent down to gently pull out the butterfly knife that had penetrated the wolf carcass and even crushed its bone.

With a smirk, she was visibly very happy with the sharpness of the butterfly knife. At the same time that she pulled out the blade, she lifted her leg and stepped both of them securely on the ground.

Lan Su had killed several wolves as well but not as many as Yun Jian or was she as intimidating as the latter in presence.

In spite of it, Lou Guodong, Wen Yan and the others who had ran back from the ancient well gasped aloud. Yun Jian's last action was evident that she was the one who killed the pack of wolves.

"Am I seeing it wrong? This girl—she… she killed tens of these… wolves? Oh my goodness! Is this a joke?"

"There are so many of them! Even if we managed to come back in time, we'd have to fight hard to defeat them… but she…"