Jingyang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps erupted on his scalp. A wave of cold air shot straight up to his brain from the base of his spine.,Jingyang kept retreating, soon bumping into the original pile of corpses. There was no way out.,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...。