Young Adult Contest

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The White-Marked Wolves opened their mouths and stuck their tongues out. They were spreading their limbs, struggling to recover their balance like dogs that could not swim after falling into a deep lake. 

Mo Fan looked up with a grin and studied the White-Marked Wolves floating in the air.

"Come down," Mo Fan swiped his finger, reverting the order of the area.

The White-Marked Wolves were still getting used to the change in gravity. Their fur immediately stood on end as they fell rapidly when everything returned to normal.

The White-Marked Wolves poured down like a rain, slamming heavily into the ground with their legs facing upward. They were all groaning in pain.

Old Wolf's eyes widened as he looked on from a distance away. What the heck are they up to? The Mega Drop!?