The Flying Dragon felt a twinge of fear in the presence of the White Wolf's sharp fangs. Despite its hard exterior, it had to dodge the White Wolf's counterattacks.
Both sides exchanged blows in a fierce battle, seemingly at a stalemate for the moment.
Just as Ba Lvluo breathed a sigh of relief for the White Wolf, thinking it had the upper hand, the situation on the battlefield changed unexpectedly.
The Flying Dragon, having attacked for so long without driving off its opponent, grew increasingly agitated.
It now landed and stretched out its slender neck to bite the White Wolf, using its broad wings to pummel the White Wolf, and its sharp claws to scratch at the White Wolf.
Even its seemingly useless tail lashed like a whip, striking the White Wolf.
In this state, the Flying Dragon appeared as if it were sick, having gone into a berserk frenzy.
