"Dahuang, attack the Wolf King to the front left."
Standing behind Dahuang, Feng Xun, facing such a situation, did not panic and suddenly spoke.
Dahuang understood Feng Xun's words, bared his teeth, stamped his foot, and began to struggle with the Wolf King.
As Dahuang moved away, the remaining two wolves dispersed and surrounded Feng Xun.
Even the beasts know to bully the weak and fear the strong, they also sensed that Feng Xun was an ordinary person.
A sharp light flashed in Feng Xun's eyes.
His body slightly leaned forward, he stepped out in a set of movements, surprisingly, the frail and scholar-like Feng Xun knew martial arts?
Upon closer observation, one would realize that Feng Xun did not understand martial arts; his every attack did not use Primordial Power, but his precision and tricky moves made his body slippery like an eel, coordinating with Dahuang to sandwich the wolf pack from left and right.
