Chapter 859

"Help! Help me, Yingchong! Help!" He Yingchu’s eyes were bulging from their sockets in terror, tears and snot streaming down his face. He even felt a chill spreading across his crotch—he had been so scared he’d wet his pants. One of his arms and one of his thighs were clamped firmly in the jaws of wolves, the pain excruciating. Having been pampered his entire life, He Yingchu finally experienced the true terror of death. Seeing He Yingying and He Yingchu being dragged away by the wolves one after another, He Yingchong tried to charge over to save them, but he was pinned down by several of the strongest wolves. He was struggling to defend himself, let alone rescue anyone else. Even for a special forces soldier, killing a wolf barehanded was a feat meant for dealing with a single animal, not being surrounded by five or six of them. He was becoming exhausted, and the situation was growing increasingly dire.