Chu Meng and Zhu Ying closed their eyes in despair, almost losing the will to resist. Four or five Demon Wolves meant certain death for two panicked people like them.
Chu Meng regretted it deeply in her heart. If it weren't for her glancing at Long Yan just now, they wouldn't have found themselves in such a situation. She felt quite resentful towards Long Yan.
As she closed her eyes, countless thoughts flashed through Chu Meng's mind. Originally, she thought that when she stepped into the mercenary profession, she had already put life and death aside, but she never expected that she was still so reluctant to accept death now.
Time seemed to pass very slowly, and the imagined pain did not reach Chu Meng's body. She opened her eyes slightly and saw an astonishing scene before her.
