Then Jing Yang turned his head and saw a patch of gray wolf tail poking out from the grass, less than half a meter from his face.,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.,Wild Wolf Jing Yang's pupils contracted. The pentagram of blood quickly dissipated on the enemy wolf's tongue, unable to leave the expected rose-gold pentagram pattern - it was a failure!。