The people inside and outside the arena were all stunned. The situation took a sharp downturn, and the she-wolf, on the brink of life and death, made a full-force strike.
Yijie held the portable hand cannon high in the air, unable to shoot.
Number 0's rig braced the she-wolf's body, her claws piercing through her combat suit into her shoulder bone. Pain drilled into her brain.
Blood continuously spurted out, turning black and red upon contact with the wolf's claws. The blood that flowed from the she-wolf's eye sockets dripped onto her face, the wolf fur mixing with the bangs covered her face.
(Oh God, this she-wolf is risking her life to perish together with you, you must hold on, compared to wolf claws, wolf fangs are the deadliest weapon. Just hang in there for no more than three minutes, when the poison from the poison needle spreads, it's over.) Little Eight was still calm; the situation hadn't reached its worst.
