After an unknown amount of time, Jing Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Like waking from a dream, there was a feeling of disillusionment. Then came the sensation of being bound by something and suffocated by heavy objects... He struggled with all his might, dim light filtering through the cracks in the weight. Jing Yang struggled even more violently, pushing all the objects off his body. Finally, he was free from the restraints and no longer had to maintain an awkward posture. Although tired, he could lie comfortably on his back.,Jingyang yanked on the throat of the wild wolf beneath his feet, jerking his head back with a splash of blood. He turned to fight the wolf that had ambushed him from behind.,As the pentagram bloodline approached, Jing Yang controlled the wolf, who was trying to defend and conserve his strength. Despite having over ten bloody wounds on his body, he roared with all his might, bursting forth with all the power within him, pushing the opponent to the ground. The wolf struggled desperately, refusing to expose its vulnerable belly. Jing Yang manipulated the wolf to pin it down. With two front paws, one pressed against the enemy wolf's head and the other used as a nail, he seized an opportunity and pulled out the opponent's tongue. At the same time, the thin pentagram bloodline controlled by Jing Yang's main body landed precisely on the wolf's exposed tongue under the manipulation of the white light sphere.。