The soft fur was hard to notice, and it moved without wind, gently drifting towards the wolf in the middle.,Jing Yang was thinking this way, a drop of the crimson blood that had splashed on him floated away from his skin and hovered slowly in front of him. Jing Yang's thoughts were in turmoil, and the line of blood almost fell to the ground. Jing Yang held his breath and concentrated, controlling the bloodline to fly towards the two wild wolves that were rolling and wrestling on the ground. In mid-air, the bloodline gradually formed a five-pointed star under the control of a white light.,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.。