Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

However, the joy of victory did not last long. The low wolf howls sounded again, and the remaining wolves did not retreat, but instead replenished their strength and surrounded the three people.

To make matters worse, two huge and aggressive wolves slowly walked out of the pack. Their eyes were full of wisdom and cunning, and they were obviously the leaders of the pack.

"Have you ever eaten wolf meat?" Yang Ming suddenly asked in a low and serious voice. This question made Lao Ma and Gao Yu stunned, but soon they realized that Yang Ming might have discovered something.

"I have eaten, what's the matter?" Lao Ma answered truthfully.

"How does it taste?" Yang Ming asked.

"This..." Lao Ma and Gao Yu looked at each other, not understanding why Yang Ming mentioned this at this moment. But Yang Ming's eyes were extremely firm, and he whispered: "I think these wolves don't seem to attack us just for survival, they may have deeper motives behind them."

The two men's faces darkened when they heard this, and the tense atmosphere spread again. They listened carefully to the movements around them and found that although the wolves were temporarily frightened, they did not really give up the attack. The male wolf even took a step forward slowly, as if declaring its sovereignty and determination.

"Get ready to fight," Yang Ming took a deep breath, his eyes burning, "No matter what secrets they have, we have to survive to uncover the truth."

"Xiao Tao, what should we do?" Gao Yu's voice trembled slightly, and the torch in his hand swayed in the wind, as if it would go out at any time.

Yang Ming took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He tightly grasped the not-so-thick wooden stick in his hand, his fingers turning white from the force.

"Don't be afraid, Gao Yu, we still have a chance." He whispered, with determination flashing in his eyes.

"One, two, three..." Yang Ming counted silently in his heart. Every time he counted, his heartbeat accelerated. He was concentrating and assessing the situation. He knew that once he took action, he would have to go all out.

"Gao Yu, protect yourself!" Yang Ming suddenly shouted, and rushed forward, aiming directly at the leader of the wolf pack. He knew that as long as he dealt with the leader, the rest of the wolves would naturally disperse.

The leader wolf felt threatened and let out a low and fierce roar, and the surrounding wolves also became agitated. But Yang Ming did not retreat. He approached carefully, treading on thin ice with every step, for fear of exposing his intentions in advance.

At this moment, a subtle voice sounded in my ears: "Leave it to me." It was Xiaowei, the partner who had the ability to control plants.

The roots on the ground seemed to have life. They spread out silently and instantly entangled the right hind legs of two wolves, one of which was the leading wolf.

"Good opportunity!" Yang Ming saw this and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He stopped and pointed the stick at the wolf leader, ignoring the female wolf that was tied up next to him.

With a loud shout, he swung the wooden stick with all his strength. The stick drew a sharp arc in the air and, accompanied by a deafening sound of air explosion, hit the wolf leader in mid-air heavily.

The wolf leader screamed, and its huge body flew several meters away, falling heavily to the ground, with dust flying everywhere. However, it did not die immediately, and its limbs were still struggling hard, with unwillingness and anger in its eyes.

"It's not over yet!" Yang Ming's eyes became even colder. He knew very well that he could not have any hesitation at this moment.

He kicked the female wolf that was bound by the roots away and rushed towards the wolf leader again. The stick swung in the air, and each fall was accompanied by a scream from the wolf leader, until finally, he struck hard and hit the wolf leader's head accurately.

This time, the leader wolf finally stopped struggling, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally calmed down. Seeing this, the surrounding wolves howled in fear and fled in all directions, never daring to approach easily again.

"We won!" Gao Yu shouted excitedly, and the torch in his hand seemed to burn even more vigorously.

Yang Ming was panting, sweat dripping down his cheeks, but a long-lost smile appeared on his face. He knew that although this battle was difficult, they finally survived.

“Don’t let your guard down, there are other unknown dangers here.” Yang Ming reminded, looking around and secretly thinking about his next move.

They must leave here as soon as possible, find a safe place to rest, and then consider how to return to civilized society.

“Come on, let me see how powerful you beasts are!” Yang Ming growled and clenched his hands into fists, as if he wanted to condense all his fear and anxiety into this one strike.

He suddenly leaped up, and his hands fell like sledgehammers, hitting the wolf's head accurately. With a "click", the wolf's eyeballs burst instantly, and its whole body was smashed into the ground. A strong smell of blood filled the air amid the flying dust.

At this moment, Yang Ming felt a complex emotion. He realized that these wolves were not only a threat, but also

It was a rare source of meat for them in this desolate land. His survival instinct drove him to make a bold decision - to leave the wolf pack as their next food reserve.

“Lao Ma, Gao Yu, get ready for battle! We have to take down these wolves!” Yang Ming’s voice was firm and powerful. He quickly picked up a thick wooden stick, as if it was a sword in his hand, and pointed it at the three wolves on the right that were ready to move.

“Okay!” Although Lao Ma and Gao Yu were stunned by the scene before them, they immediately came to their senses when they heard Yang Ming’s call, and each looked for weapons and prepared to fight.

Yang Ming's fighting style was both brave and strategic. Every time he swung his stick, he would shout loudly: "Wind-breaking Slash!", "Earth-shattering Strike!"

These self-created names of moves not only added a sense of ritual to his battles, but also seemed to stimulate his potential invisibly.

Blood and sweat were intertwined, and the air was filled with a strong sense of violence.

Yang Ming seemed to have transformed into a tireless beast. Every swing of the stick was accompanied by the howling and fall of the wild wolf.

His eyes became colder and his movements became faster, as if every strike embodied his desire for survival and contempt for death.

Lao Ma and Gao Yu were stunned watching from the sidelines. They had never seen such a thrilling battle scene.

Gao Yu was even more moved by Yang Ming's bravery. He picked up the gun with trembling hands, aimed at the wild wolves trying to escape, and pulled the trigger. The sound of gunfire and sticks intertwined, forming the main theme of this life-and-death struggle.

“Don’t let them run away, every piece of meat is our hope!” Yang Ming’s voice pierced through the noise. He chased after the fleeing wolves as quickly as a cheetah. The wooden stick seemed to have life in his hands. He quickly took care of the three deserters.