Three gray wolves in a pincer formation, pushed aside the clumps of grass, stepped with all four paws, and let out a low growl like a threat, slowly pacing towards Jingyang.,But JingYang, this half-way monk wolf, in hand-to-hand combat, would ultimately not be a match for the professional wolves. Moreover, he was completely unfamiliar with the movement patterns of quadrupeds. The enemy wolf roared while grappling, biting, and wrestling with JingYang, gradually gaining the upper hand… On the other side, JingYang’s true form, sitting cross-legged, watched in anxiety. If he lost this fight, then being bitten to death would be his fate!,Jingyang spat out a mouthful of wolf hair, stepped on the corpse and declared victory, but suddenly his face changed drastically. The reason was that when his true body fell back into the pile of corpses, he unintentionally saw the gray-coated woman clutching the swaddling clothes until her death... Jingyang had thought this woman should be like his biological mother after he crossed over, and that he was almost certainly reborn from the swaddling clothes and crawled out...。