The burning bonfire illuminated the green pupils of the gray wolf.
The sudden attack of the malevolent wolf startled everyone.
Bi Fang reached for a burning piece of firewood and smashed it down onto the body of the wolf, a shower of sparks fell onto the snowy ground, and the piece of wood was actually snapped in two.
On the other side, Zheng Tianfang also thrust his spear at the wolf, and with the combined efforts of the two, the wolf collapsed to the ground in less than a minute into its entrance.
The toppled Wu Mingtao had yet to come to his senses, still smashing at the wolf repeatedly with rocks he found who knows where.
"Grass! Grass! Grass!"
Seeing that Wu Mingtao could still fight and roar, with only his clothes torn at the back, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then burst into laughter at his loss of composure.
"Hey, that's enough, it's already dead!" Zheng Tianfang laughed and shouted.