Different from the ninth-order ferocious wolf under the tree, the wolf on the high ground is the wolf king, a sacred beast, and its body is even stronger and bigger than these ninth-order ferocious wolves that are fighting with Duan Ye and the others.
Its hair is also different from those gray wolves below. It is a snow-white color, as bright as snow. Especially under the moonlight, it emits a snow-colored halo, which is beautiful and dazzling.
The level of the holy beast and the strength are almost there. However, her natal contracted beast is the Fire Phoenix, her war beast is the Tunyun, and her mount is Laobai. Therefore, there is also the silly Dahei guarding the door. Therefore, she really does not need a contracted beast.
but…
Her eyes moved slightly, and she made up her mind. She didn't need it. However, among Ning Lang and his companions, only Duan Ye had a fire lion, and the other three didn't have a contracted beast. Since they were brought here to train, she could give them a chance. As for whether they could tame the snow wolf under the contract, it depended on themselves.
Suddenly, sharp and cold claws reached down towards her. She turned her head back calmly and glanced at the ninth-order ferocious beast that pounced on her. A cold light flashed across her clear eyes at this moment, and the pressure of an ancient mythical beast burst out from her eyes.
“Ouch!”
The ninth-order wolf that pounced on it howled in fear and fell directly from mid-air, with its throat cut by the eight-star flywheel in Duan Ye's hand below.
Blood splattered, and the strong smell of blood and shrill howling spread. The smell of wolf blood stimulated the other wolves, and they howled one after another, fighting more fiercely and brutally.
"hiss!"
The sounds of gasps and muffled cries of pain could be heard from the people below from time to time. They were already injured, and now their injuries were even worse. Under the siege of more than twenty ninth-level ferocious wolves, their bodies were covered with wounds caused by their sharp claws.
Feng Jiu looked at the bodies of several ninth-level beasts lying on the ground. Seeing that they were becoming more and more skilled in fighting, she said, "There is a wolf king high up over there. Apart from Duan Ye, who among you three dares to tame it?"
"What? Wolf King? How can we defeat the Wolf King alone? These ones are already so difficult to deal with, the Wolf King must be even more powerful?" Ning Lang shouted. At this time, he was lying on the back of a ninth-level ferocious wolf, his legs tightly clamped around the wolf's body, and holding a dagger in his hand, he stabbed the wolf fiercely at the back of the neck.
With a whoosh sound, the dagger pierced into the back of the wolf's neck. The wolf howled, then fell to its knees with its front legs dropped forward, its head lowered and its body twitching slightly.
As Ning Lang pulled out the dagger, a column of blood splashed out, spraying all over his face as he was unable to dodge. He spat twice, reached out his hand and wiped it, only to feel the warmth on his face, and couldn't help but feel nauseous.
There was blood all over my face, and I felt so disgusted.
"I can't tame it now. I'm almost exhausted from dealing with these."
Luo Fei was speaking. He was already badly injured, and he had re-bandaged his wound that had been torn. Being able to fight like this despite being injured was already his limit to fight against these ninth-order ferocious wolves. If he were to challenge and try to tame the wolf king without knowing the consequences, the most likely result would be that he would become a snack for the wolf king.