"What are you doing?" Fusang hurried up and covered Feng Teng's fingers. I don't know if it was because of the contrast of the snow, but Fusang had the illusion that Feng Teng's blood was brighter red than ordinary people's blood.
"Bring out the snow ginseng." The noble dragon blood of his Dragon King is the cultivation energy that many demons dream of. Just one drop is enough to shorten their cultivation time for hundreds of years and greatly increase their skills.
Feeling the surrounding demonic forces gradually gathering around him, Feng Teng evoked a bloodthirsty smile. After thousands of years, he missed this independent battlefield, with blood splattering everywhere, and the feeling of being alone.
"Ouch~" the wolf roared everywhere, followed by the sound of light hooves from far to near.
"Come on, the more the merrier." Filled with the familiar scent of demons, Feng Teng had already forgotten about the snow ginseng, and his hands were itching just to recall the bloody storm.
A few seconds later, Fusang stared at the mutated wolves surrounding the two of them with bloodshot eyes. He stood upright on his hind legs, his scarlet wolf eyes were extremely strange, and one bite of his sharp wolf teeth would surely kill him.
"Little, little sheep, they, they..." Fusang grabbed Feng Teng's arm tightly, so frightened that she couldn't even finish her sentence.
Doctor Bai's statement that he would encounter some trouble was an understatement. He was almost on the verge of death.
"Just you?" Feng Teng raised his beautiful eyebrows, glanced at the wolves, and raised his bleeding finger,
"Do you want to?"
"Ouch~" The dragon's blood was too tempting, stimulating each wolf to let out a hungry roar again, and got down on all fours, ready to go.
The wolves only thought it was dragon blood, but they didn't know that the person standing in front of them was the famous Dragon King.
Fusang watched Feng Teng sucking his fingers abnormally, with his own blood staining the corner of his mouth. He shuddered and took a few steps back in horror. Wolf vs. sheep, the outcome was too obvious.
"Zhizhi~" Fusang stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head, looking at the wolf that made the noise, and then rushed back to Feng Teng. No matter how perverted the lamb was, at least it would not eat him. Just looking at the eyes of these wolves,
I wish I could devour myself in one gulp.
"Do we have a chance to escape?" Fusang's voice was shaking beyond words.
"Shameful." Feng Teng snorted coldly. In his dictionary, the word "escape" has never been mentioned. Fighting against the enemy, even if defeated, is glorious. Of course, he, the mighty Dragon King, cannot lose.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed through, and Fusang felt a ball of heat rising up around his body, and a transparent and faintly red light circle surrounded him.
"Woman, stand inside and don't come out." As soon as Feng Teng finished speaking, one rose into the air and floated in the air, with his black hair dancing uninhibitedly. His arrogant laughter shook the snow on the trees, so strong that it seemed
To penetrate Fusang's eardrum.
The desperate Fusang covered his ears and stepped aside to watch the battle.
"Let's all come together." The lazy voice showed Feng Teng's disdain, the golden halo flowed around Feng Teng, and the looming dragon horns declared his noble identity.
Wolf smoke was everywhere, and the wolves were very fast. They jumped up and launched a fierce attack. However, they were all bounced back by the layer of golden light around Feng Teng. They piled heavily on the snow and let out pitiful screams.
"That's all you have?" Feng Teng was obviously dissatisfied. The wolf clan is a very powerful race among animals, not to mention the wolf king they met not long ago. Unfortunately, after thousands of years, the wolf king's cultivation level is quite good.
Although they have improved, these wolves on the snow-capped mountains have regressed into imbeciles, which is really ridiculous.