"Ye Shengheng, doesn't this scene feel somewhat...familiar?" Leng Wanqing sneered at the man before her, her smile particularly wicked.
Ji Baijian couldn't afford to be distracted.
He was incessantly wrestling with the inexhaustible pack of wolves before him.
The ceaseless snapping wolves lunged for them.
Song Zhidao, possessing mere combat power, couldn't hold on for much longer, his body already bearing countless bite wounds.
Ji Baijian had to protect Song Zhidao too.
Leng Wanqing watched the spectacle before her, laughing in an unhinged frenzy.
Just like before.
It was exactly how Ye Shengheng was once bitten to death, piece by piece.
The difference was, this time Ye Shengheng seemed to put up a stronger resistance than before.
But what could that do?
Inevitably, they would exhaust themselves to death.
Her mouth curled into an evil grin as she eagerly waited for the moment Ye Shengheng would fall, waited for the wolves to tear Ye Shengheng till nothing was left!