Seeing that the Gray Wolves encircling Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting seemed to have long set up a trap, they blocked all routes of escape, leaving the two with no way out.
The dozens of Gray Wolves opened their mouths, revealing sharp fangs, their eyes gleaming coldly as they stepped closer to Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting.
Beiming Xue was already terrified, and although Ouyang Feiting was feisty, she was also out of ideas at this moment.
The two stood back to back, looking at the pack of wolves around them, their faces ashen, their legs weak, barely holding each other up instead of collapsing to the ground.
"It's over, it's over, I, Ouyang Feiting, never expected to be bitten to death by wolves," sighed Ouyang Feiting.
"It's all your fault; now Brother Wang Yan can't find us," Beiming Xue started crying.
At the mention of Wang Yan, both of their hearts trembled.
"That's right, if Brother Wang Yan comes, maybe he can save us."
