The witch doctor reminded in panic and immediately turned into a gray wolf, wanting to go up and help, but his old body slowed down his speed and it was too late.

At the critical moment, a nimble white shadow flew over and blocked the fatal attack.

The Moon Fox endured the excruciating pain, and used all its strength to grab the wolf's eyes with its little claws.

"roar!"

Damn it!

"Bang--"

A ball of white was slammed heavily to the ground, and the little fox spat out large mouthfuls of blood, staining its snow-white fur blood-red.

The bright red blood was extremely glaring. The Silver Wolf's pupils turned red instantly. He was so heartbroken that he lost consciousness. The overwhelming rage took over his mind and he wished to destroy everything.

Driven by anger, he seemed to have turned into a mad beast, killing indiscriminately.

In just a few breaths, the ground was filled with broken wolf corpses, and the smelly blood gathered into a red stream.

The wolf king looked at the silver wolf in fear, his body's instincts sending out crazy warnings, driving him to flee.

“Roar…hiss hiss—”

(You're crazy... You've actually fallen into misfortune—)

The silver wolf ruthlessly bit off his neck.

A generation of wolf king fell.

On the grassland littered with corpses, only the silver wolf and the witch doctor were left standing.

The silver wolf glanced at the old wolf indifferently, his eyes strange and bloodthirsty.

Perhaps it felt that the old wolf posed no threat, so it ignored it.

He quickly reached his mate and wrapped his massive body around her, carefully licking the blood from her fur with his tongue.

However, the orcs' keen perception revealed that the little fox's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and its vitality was fading away bit by bit.

"roar--"

A mournful wail echoed through the clouds, and a hot tear flowed from the blood-red wolf's eyes.