From his perspective, it seemed like dozens of large snakes were swiftly slithering through the grass.
The highland terror wolves were fast and coordinated well, dispersing and encircling from different directions.
However, they were still slower than Qing Hong.
Qing Hong ran as usual, without changing direction.
Ji Xinghuo quickly drew his bow with both hands, shooting arrow after arrow. One terror wolf after another fell. Soon, some wolves sensed danger, turned, and tried to flee, but they didn't get far before their hearts were pierced. In less than ten seconds, the entire pack was annihilated.
Qing Hong turned and ran back.
Ji Xinghuo jumped down and checked the bodies of the terror wolves without finding any valuable Alien Species.
After all, they were just ordinary beasts; the leader was just an Elite.
