The air seemed to congeal.
Everyone's heartbeat missed a beat.
Zheng Tianfang even wondered, if he hadn't been scared, hadn't hesitated, but had stepped forward to block the other wolf, could Bi Fang's hand have been saved?
"Beast, you want a clean death? You'll get a quick end!"
But to everyone's surprise, faced with the vicious wolf's biting, Bi Fang didn't even furrow his brow.
He coldly stared into the wolf's eyes, chuckled, and with his right hand, drew out his Hunting Knife, flicking it upward and casting a spray of bloody filth.
The entire knife plunged straight into the wolf's skull, dragging out a spurt of blood mixed with brain matter.
The giant wolf instantly collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.
Seventeen wolves had already been reduced by more than half!
Now only nine remained!