From some point, Jing Yang gradually calmed down. He leaned against the pile of rocks, sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the three wild wolves that had advanced to his front. The bits of meat in their teeth and the sickeningly bloody smell were all clearly visible...,Jing Yang gritted his teeth secretly. This strange ability seemed to consume "Mana" only at the moment of its formal activation! And he, with his slender arms and legs, could barely hold on to the Mana bar. Successfully controlling a wolf was already a stroke of luck in itself. He simply didn't have the energy to control a second one… Thinking this way, the enemy wolf let out a desperate struggle. Jing Yang didn't have time to think too much. His eyes turned red with rage as he controlled the wild wolf and bit down. Its sharp teeth pierced through the enemy wolf's trachea, blood gurgling out with each convulsion of its body.,He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cloud of foul air.。