“Age, Yuan…”
The little lamb slipped and was caught by the little silver wolf beside it. Sheng Xia's heart tightened and she held her breath.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they were alright.
Later on, the little sheep and the little silver wolf, who had no special abilities, started to struggle, and Sheng Xia's heart was in her throat.
A series of cracking sounds came from afar, and a faint rumbling sound gradually approached, making Sheng Xia extremely uneasy.
She held Xingmu's large hand, held her breath, and stared intently at the three little ones running on the ground.
A strong wind howled past.
Branches sway, leaves fall, rustling softly...
The withered yellow leaves rustled as they were swept across the snow, while newly fallen leaves spun around without ever touching the ground.
The wind stopped, and the withered leaves fell to the ground...
In an instant, the air became quiet.
"Run! Run!" Mao Ning, who was at the very front of the group, came to the back and shouted. He grabbed the last male who couldn't run anymore and threw him to the destination.
Leopard was shocked. He glanced at the composed Mao Ning, then at the warriors of Yafatu ahead, his eyes filled with confusion...
He was already breathing heavily, yet the beastmen of Yafatu were still so relaxed?
Thinking of something, he turned around and glanced back.
"Hold on, don't fall behind, speed up, faster!"
"Okay!" everyone responded in unison, panting heavily.
The higher they went, the more strenuous it became, but no one dared to relax. Upon hearing Leopard's command, the warriors were energized and gritted their teeth to increase their speed.
The ever-approaching rumble was like a boulder pressing down on the hearts of the orcs, the immense pressure making it difficult for them to even breathe.
The sound was like a mountain collapsing...
They didn't know what it was, but they desperately climbed upwards.
"Snap!"
The wind suddenly stopped, and a crisp, loud noise came from the side.
Yang Yun immediately spread her wings and flew away, taking Sheng Xia away from danger.
The Silver Wolves below all looked up, and after confirming that Sheng Xia was safe, they all breathed a sigh of relief and used their superpowers to run faster.
In the height of summer, she turned around in terror and saw a scene she would never forget. She opened her mouth wide, trying to scream, but no sound came out, as if she had been silenced by a pressure point.
The overwhelming white snow, like a tsunami, surged in, overwhelming everything in its path, rushing towards this place at an extremely fast speed.
She pinched her own hand, but felt no pain. Looking down, she realized she was pinching Xingmu.
Without time to think, Shengxia haphazardly touched the spot where her fingernails had left marks, while looking down at the ground and raising her voice.
"Quick, everyone hide behind that protruding rock on the left, take a breath and hold on tight!"
After looking around, that was the only place that seemed relatively safe.
Everyone quickly took cover, pressing their heads and faces against the rocks, their practiced movements making even the beasts feel a pang of sadness.
Soon, the snow mist rolled in.
Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, the little silver wolf darted out through the gap with a determined look, only to be grabbed by the scruff of its neck and thrown to the ground by the big fox.
He said helplessly, "Do you want to die?"
"Yes, Father Fox Snow, you are really smart." The little silver wolf looked up, blinked his clear and gentle eyes, nodded, and praised him earnestly.
No wonder my mother always said that foxes are the smartest.
Fox Snow: "..."
The shark, Su, calmly released icy blue bubbles, isolating everything from the outside world, and watched with great interest as everyone looked on in astonishment.
He turned to look at Hu Xue and said, "Alright, let him out."
The wolf cub looks gentle, but he's actually quite opinionated. Rather than risk running away uncertainly, he'd rather stay under everyone's noses...
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