Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,Jingyang was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, completely sobering him up.,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.。