However, there were so many wolves that every time we killed one group, another group came back, as if it were endless.

The hunters gradually felt overwhelmed and suffered more and more wounds on their bodies.

"Retreat to the cave!" Lao Yuantou made a prompt decision and ordered a retreat.

The hunters fought and retreated, and the wolves were chasing them closely, with their smelly mouths almost touching their backs.

After retreating back to the cave, Lao Yuantou immediately organized people and blocked the cave entrance with stones, hoping to stop the wolves' attack.

"These beasts are crazy!" a hunter shouted in horror. "They don't want to die!"

The wolves' frenzied attack was beyond everyone's expectations. They rammed the rocks desperately, making a deafening noise.

The stones at the entrance of the cave began to loosen and were about to collapse.

"Changyuan, how many bullets are left in your hunting rifle?" asked the old man anxiously.

"There are only three rounds left." Chen Changyuan checked the gun chamber with a serious expression.

"Use it sparingly and aim at the head of the leader wolf!" warned the old man.

Chen Changyuan nodded, held his breath, aimed at an extremely large wolf with gray fur, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The wolf fell to the ground in response. It was the leader!

The wolves' attack suddenly stopped and they let out mournful howls, as if mourning their leader.

"Good opportunity! Rush out now!" Lao Yuantou seized the opportunity and shouted.

Without the command of the wolf king, the wolf pack's offensive was significantly weakened, and the hunters seized the opportunity and fought back hard.

The hunting rifle in Chen Changyuan's hand fired again, and another wolf fell in a pool of blood.

However, at this moment, something strange happened.