Chapter 1189: Severed Arm

A silver arrow quickly flew out, accurately striking the Wolf King between the brows.

Without the Wolf King's command, the wolves' combat power decreased instantaneously, and Tan Zhenghong's people, buoyed by their initial victory, attacked even more fiercely.

More and more wolves fell, and the remaining ones, frightened, could only flee into the night.

"Quick, look, they're all running!"

"We're safe now!"

"Master Tan is formidable; from now on we're all depending on him!"

Surviving the ordeal, joy was written on everyone's face.

But just then, the Wolf King moved. It suddenly leaped up, lunging at Tan Zhenghong.

Tan Zhenghong couldn't dodge in time; he could only fall back using the momentum and used his arm to block the wolf's attack.

A pain that tore at his heart and lungs struck, and Tan Zhenghong couldn't help but groan.

The only relief was that the Wolf King had gripped his arm, not his throat; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't see tomorrow's sun.