Zhao Zhilan approached quietly, positioned downwind, so the wolves' sense of smell didn't detect her presence.

She carefully leaped over a fallen log, coming within six steps of the dead deer. The little wolf was the first to spot her; he whimpered pitifully, as if warning the other wolves of the approaching danger.

Apart from the lead male and female, the wolves in the pack turned around, bared their teeth, and howled.

"Wolves are very protective of their food!" Zhao Zhilan thought to herself. "If those divine servants disturb their meal... hehe!"

With a light leap, she gracefully descended from the height, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, instantly merging into the pack of wolves.

Upon seeing this, the three timid wolves scattered in terror and vanished without a trace into the dense bushes.

However, not all wolves chose to flee. A bold wolf, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, opened its blood-red jaws and pounced on her.

Undeterred, she charged forward, colliding head-on with the wolf. A muffled thud followed as the two forces clashed in mid-air, kicking up a cloud of dust. She swiftly bit down hard on its leg, then with a jerky throw, slammed the wolf to the side.

The wolf let out a mournful howl, clearly in great pain. It struggled to its feet and limped away from the battlefield.

In an instant, only a lone alpha wolf remained on the spot. It was a large gray male wolf with fresh blood flowing from the soft belly of its prey still hanging from the corner of its mouth, its color bright and glaring.

Its nose and mouth were slightly pale, the marks of time, a testament to its age as an old wolf. It opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, and red saliva slowly dripped from between its teeth...

He felt no fear, Zhao Zhilan thought, just like me.

Then, she and the alpha wolf launched their attack almost simultaneously.

They rolled among tree roots, rocks, withered leaves, and the scattered entrails of their prey, tearing at each other with their sharp teeth and claws, each collision sparking astonishing flames.

They would sometimes separate, circling each other, searching for weaknesses, and then suddenly rush forward to engage in battle again, each impact seemingly aimed at tearing the other apart.

When the last ray of red light pierced through the green and gold canopy, the alpha wolf was enraged.

It let out a howl, and its body turned crimson at a visible speed.

"Haha, it's enraged!" Zhao Zhilan thought to herself, "The Frost Wolves are no ordinary wolves. When they are enraged, they can burn their own life force to unleash power ten times stronger than usual!"

And that's exactly the effect I wanted!

The mother wolf patrols the vicinity, sniffing and howling. When she sees her mate in a rage, she will step forward without hesitation.

Seeing this, the other wolves overcame their fear and charged into the fray, biting Zhao Zhilan hard when she was off guard.

"Hehe, great, they're all enraged!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhilan immediately turned around and fled in the direction she had come from.

Not far away, Mo Qing, the divine servant who was focused on tracking Zhao Zhilan, was suddenly caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

"Oh no!" Mo Qing exclaimed, her face changing drastically.

No sooner had the words left their mouths than seven or eight frost wolves with blood-red eyes pounced on them like vicious wolves hunting their prey, their sharp fangs gleaming coldly, as if they wanted to tear them to shreds.

Mo Qing reacted swiftly, immediately wielding her longsword. A sharp sword light flashed, and the Frost Wolf at the forefront let out a mournful howl as its massive body was pierced by the sword, crashing heavily to the ground.

However, the remaining Frost Wolves did not back down; instead, they pounced even more fiercely. One of the cunning Frost Wolves, taking advantage of Mo Qing's momentary lapse in attention, suddenly lunged at his leg, its sharp claws instantly tearing through his trousers, and blood immediately stained his calf.

This unexpected turn of events enraged Mo Qing. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately abandoned his defense. A powerful killing intent surged through his body as he pounced on the cunning Frost Wolf.

With each swing of the longsword, sharp flashes of sword light pierced through the frost wolf, shattering it into pieces.

However, the Frost Wolf, now completely enraged, was no longer afraid of death.

They charged forward relentlessly, rushing madly towards Mo Qing and the others.

"Kill them all, kill all these beasts!" a servant of the gods roared.

The other servants of the gods also drew their weapons and fought against the wolf pack.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhilan sniffed, then turned around and slipped away in the chaos...