Many people averted their eyes from the cruel scene ahead; some even hung their heads, staring at the ground.
"Keep your eyes on the front," Gu Wenheng gritted his teeth. At such a critical moment, he fought back his nausea and didn't dare relax for a second, his gaze locked forward. He turned his head slightly. "Qianqian, stay close to me later."
"Mhm." Jin Qianqian only dared to look at Gu Wenheng's back, hinting, "Don't worry about me. I can handle myself."
Gu Wenheng pressed his lips together and fell silent, only hoping that the ring of fire before them could force the starving wolves to retreat.
"Help!" Cries for help suddenly rang out from outside their defensive circle. Everyone's hearts tightened, their eyes involuntarily drawn toward the sound.
"Those are the bandits from earlier. They're surrounded by the wolves." To prevent them from escaping, those men had been tightly bound right there.
