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The grassland was not the only thing that was destroyed by the disaster.

Behind this group of white wolves, there were a few nests of snow-white cubs. Some were still crawling, and some were already dead.

The female wolf's embrace did not look warm, nor could it comfort the terrified and helpless hearts of the cubs that had fled all the way.

They were still terrified and trembling.

The wolf pack protected their wives and cubs firmly. All their panic and fear seemed to have been used up last night. Now, they were exceptionally desperate. It seemed that they had already ignored life and death.

It turned out that the wolves were not blocking the way to take revenge, but protecting their families.

Chu Xiaoye looked at the snow-white wolf cubs and did not disturb them anymore. He brought the pride and circled around via the forest at the side.

Little Curly Tail's restlessness instantly stopped.