The wolf king's massive body crashed backward onto the snow.

The gruesome gunshot wound on the back of his head was still gushing warm blood.

Zhang Cheng laughed, with a chilling sense of satisfaction.

He gently blew on the white smoke rising from the scorching hot gun barrel.

With fluid movements, he slung the old hunting rifle diagonally behind his back.

Immediately, he strode forward.

He grabbed the wolf king by the mane behind his neck and lifted his heavy head.

With his other hand, he picked up the rolled-up machete from his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed fiercely down at the wolf king's neck!

one time!

Two!

Three times!

The dull, hacking sound echoed through the silent snow-covered forest, carrying a chilling sense of power.

The cracking sound of bones breaking was mixed in.

Zhang Cheng remained expressionless, his arm muscles bulging as he delivered one heavy blow after another.

He only stopped, panting heavily, when the wolf king's head was completely separated from his body.

He picked up the wolf's head, which was still dripping blood and had its eyes wide open.

He turned around and started running quickly towards the restless wolf pack more than 200 meters away!

Snowflakes were stirred up by his footsteps and fluttered behind him.

After running about 170 or 180 meters, when he was only inches away from the wolf pack, Zhang Cheng suddenly stopped, his chest heaving violently, and took a deep breath.

He poured all his strength into his arm and hurled the bloody wolf head with all his might!

"Bang!"

The heavy wolf head traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the snow.

The wolf's head, stained with blood, rolled a few times in the pristine snow before finally coming to a stop.

Those unseeing wolf eyes stared straight ahead, the bullet hole in the back of his head clearly visible, ferocious and terrifying.

The remaining dozen or so snow wolves were all firmly pinned to that wolf head.

That's their king!

It is the alpha wolf that leads them to dominate this mountain forest!

Now, however, he was shot through the back of the head and his head was separated from his body!

"Awooo—!"

A smaller snow wolf let out an extremely mournful howl.

Its eyes instantly turned bloodshot, filled with violence and hatred, and it locked onto the figure standing with a gun—Zhang Cheng.

That gaze seemed to want to devour him alive and grind his bones to dust!

"Awoo!"

"Awoo!"

The howls of wolves rose and fell, filled with grief, indignation, and unease.

The wolf pack began to stir, growling and baring their gleaming white fangs.

However, faced with Zhang Cheng's slaying of the wolf king and the wolf's head rolling in the snow, they ultimately did not pounce on him immediately.

Fear overwhelmed the desire for revenge.

They began to slowly, hesitantly, retreat step by step, eventually disappearing into the depths of the snow-covered forest.

Zhang Da was breathing heavily, his right cheek a bloody mess.

Three deep, bone-revealing claw marks ran from the corner of his eye down to his jaw, leaving him covered in blood and numbing half of his face.

He struggled to lift his head, his gaze falling on the tall, pine-like figure not far away.

"Er...Er Gouzi?"

His eyes were wide open, like copper bells, filled with unbelievable shock.

Zhang blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating from excessive blood loss.

He then turned his head to look at the wolf's head lying dead in the snow, its eyes wide open.

"Damn it... did Er Gouzi really kill the Wolf King?"

Is this still the same cowardly Er Gouzi who used to be, who didn't even dare to fight back when his wife hit him?

"Head! My leg! My leg!!"

"My finger! Has anyone seen my finger? Ah—!"

The piercing screams rose and fell, breaking the brief silence after the wolves had retreated.

The seventeen survivors are now truly experiencing the excruciating pain of surviving a catastrophe.

Everyone was wounded; no one escaped unscathed.

Some had their legs pierced by wolves, bleeding profusely; some had their arms torn apart by sharp claws, leaving their skin ripped open; and some even had their fingers bitten off, their whereabouts unknown.

Li Junyi lay helplessly in Li Qiming's arms, his neck a bloody mess.

Two deep, menacing wolf-tooth-shaped holes were gushing blood, staining Li Qiming's clothes red.

His mouth opened and closed in vain, uttering indistinct "abba aba" sounds, his eyes unfocused, and the breath of life was rapidly slipping away.

Blood continued to gush out, and Li Qiming cried out in desperation, his hands trembling as he tightly clutched the back of Li Junyi's neck.

But the warm blood still stubbornly seeped from between his fingers, and he couldn't stop it.

"Er Gouzi...you...you..."

Zhang Da Nao looked at Zhang Cheng striding towards him, his lips trembling, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Shock, doubt, fear, and a touch of indescribable awe... a complex mix of emotions swirled within him.

Zhang Cheng slung his hunting rifle back over his shoulder and strode quickly to the side of the wailing Zhang Jianhao with a cold expression.

He squatted down and, without saying a word, grabbed Zhang Jianhao's right ankle.

Pull it outwards suddenly!

Then it quickly twisted inward, and a soft "click" was heard.

"ah--!"

Zhang Jianhao let out a pig-like scream, wincing in pain, and cold sweat instantly poured down his face.

"alright!"

Zhang Cheng released his hand, patted Zhang Jianhao on the shoulder, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Stop howling, it's just a sprained ankle, the bones are fine."

"Huh? It...it really doesn't hurt anymore?"

Sitting on the snow, Zhang Jianhao tried to twist his right foot carefully, with disbelief.

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