The main team members were twenty-two, and without counting Mei Lan, they would be twenty-one.
Twenty-one First Rank people.
The wolves began to appear within their field of vision.
Wolves the size of a horse, with icy eyes brimming with killing intent.
And there were many of them.
"This isn't deception—this is… pure strength," Lang Luo's heart sank.
These wolves were known as skilled schemers, but they could never outdo a calm, intelligent human.
And so, if these wolves relied only on planning and trickery, humans would have a chance to deal with them.
And by humans, we mean the Second Rank individuals.
One of the wolves had tried to pull Ling Shao away to isolate the rest of the team from him, but he hadn't fallen into their trap—instead, he returned immediately, abandoning the wounded, easy-to-hunt wolf.
In this situation, their plan had failed, and so they resorted to strength—by surrounding him with a large number of wolves.
