Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,From some point, Jing Yang gradually calmed down. He leaned against the pile of rocks, sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the three wild wolves that had advanced to his front. The bits of meat in their teeth and the sickeningly bloody smell were all clearly visible...,He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cloud of foul air.。