Zhu Qilue quickly ran to Lin Fan's side, and after drinking Lin Fan's blood, he recovered very quickly. Just moments ago he couldn't move, but now he was running at full speed.
Seeing Lin Fan still standing there dazed, he was almost jumping with anxiety.
"What are you standing there for?! Run quickly!"
Without saying a word, Zhu Qilue swept past Lin Fan like the wind, grabbed the latter's arm without any explanation, and dragged him along to run.
Lin Fan hadn't even figured out what was happening before he was already airborne. He stumbled, almost dragged to the ground.
He barely managed to stabilize himself, running while glancing backward.
At this moment.
He finally saw clearly what was chasing them.
Countless, densely packed Blood Demon Wolves!
Crimson eyes covering the mountains and plains, long fur fluttering in the wind like flags rushing toward them, countless sharp fangs gleaming coldly, sending chills down one's spine.
