Hungry wolves surrounded her, their beastly eyes glowing green as they stared intensely at Yan Wanqing.
She spun and leaped up from the ground, ignoring the fresh, blood-drenched wound on her shoulder, her long sword already drawn from its scabbard at her waist.
"If you want to eat me, you'll have to work for it."
Sword Intent brewed around her, and the blade hummed softly, proving that this injured woman was not to be trifled with.
But the pack was too hungry.
Moreover, they had killed one of their own, which enraged the starving pack and fueled their relentless pursuit of these humans.
The imposing and mighty Wolf King stepped forward from behind the pack, fixating its gaze on Yan Wanqing while emitting a threatening growl.
A hint of a smile appeared on Yan Wanqing's calm face, excitement sparkling in her eyes, "To think it's a silver Wolf King, rare to encounter in a century. If I were to die at your hands, it wouldn't be a waste of my life."