Jingyang's head was in a whirl, he just wanted to escape this pile of corpses as quickly as possible. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs going soft, squeezing through the towering, messy grass, trying to climb out.,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.,And although his body now was thin and small, it was clearly the physique of a boy at least three or four years old!。