C353 Decisiveness

That night, it started to rain. Chen Xing's bonfire to warm himself was extinguished. The cold rain soaked his wounds, and it was both cold and painful, as if he was being cut by a knife. His teeth were trembling. However, on the morning of the next day, he still dragged his tired body to the territory of the wolves.

He was tired, and so were the enemy. In a battle of life and death