The appearance of the Zombie Wolves was fearsome. Their skin had a sickly, gray-green hue and was covered in sores and festering wounds of all sizes. In some places, bare white bone was exposed. Despite their severe decay, the lines of their powerful muscles were still clearly visible, displaying their formidable strength. From their huge mouths jutted a pair of razor-sharp fangs, which reflected a chilling gleam in the dim light. These Zombie Wolves prowled slowly around the small hill. Their movements seemed aimless, yet they followed a regular patrol pattern as if guarding something important.
Watching the Zombie Wolf Pack, Fang Zhou could almost feel the potent and alluring energy within their bodies. It stoked his hunger to the point that he nearly drooled. However, he did not act immediately. Instead, he hid behind a hill to wait patiently, closely observing every move the Zombie Wolves made as he looked for the right moment to strike.
