"Awooo—"
"Oh my god, it's a wolf!"
"Am I going to die here today?"
"God, please, please let me go!"
The body is already being ravaged, and now it has to endure the brilliance of the spirit.
The group of people were already terrified, and even Zhang Si, who was usually very brave, couldn't help but feel his legs go weak.
"Calm down, there are so many of us, what are we afraid of? If it comes, we can still eat meat."
"Fourth Brother is right."
"Eat wolf meat!"
Hearing that there would be meat to eat, everyone's spirits lifted considerably.
However, it was all just talk. Zhangjiapo was a farmer, and let alone hunting wolves, they would probably have a hard time dealing with even a half-grown wild boar.
Zhang Fan looked toward the sound of the wolf howling.
It's the same gray wolf from last night, now only five miles away.
Wolves are extremely vengeful creatures, which can be exploited.
Before, he certainly wouldn't have had the energy to run this far, but now, with the cultivation method of the "Wuji Scripture," he not only doesn't feel tired when he runs, but he can also feel a power in nature that he absorbs.
It made every pore of his body feel incredibly comfortable.
This must be the spiritual power mentioned in the "Wuji Jing" (Scripture of Limitless), which he cultivated while running.
It's a good opportunity for him to practice and also to find out what level he's at now.
He leaped down from the branch and ran towards the gray wolf.
His figure moved with ghostly speed, stirring up a gust of wind.
Zhang Qingshan saw a dark shadow flash by, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He was terrified, frozen in place, and let out the loudest scream of his life: "A ghost...a ghost!"
The others were startled and looked in the direction he pointed, only to see indistinct tree shadows swaying in the wind and making a rustling sound.
Zhang Sihun was nearly scared out of his wits, and in anger, he kicked Zhang Qingshan again: "Damn it, if you scare me again, I'll beat you to death!"
Zhang Qingshan was kicked so hard that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He clearly saw a figure flash by.
At that speed, what else could it be but a ghost?
Just then, Zhang Fan rushed to the vicinity of the gray wolf.
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