Several more werewolves charged over.
Qin Feng kept drawing his bow.
Before long, he had taken down more than a dozen of them.
The silver wolf seemed unable to sit still any longer.
Its gaze was icy as it stared fixedly in Qin Feng's direction.
Those eyes were cold, carrying an inexplicable sense of terror.
An ordinary person would probably have had their legs trembling at the sight.
After all, that gaze was truly terrifying.
Unfortunately, the one facing it was no ordinary person, but a Supreme God.
Even before becoming a god, Qin Feng would never have regarded a werewolf like this as a threat, much less now.
"I'll give you one last chance. If you want to leave, get lost now. Otherwise, you won't have another chance later."
Qin Feng drew another arrow.
This time, he aimed at the silver wolf.
If it truly refused to leave and insisted on staying here, he would not mind sending it on its way.
He had already killed so many wolves. One more made no difference.
"Human, insignificant as an ant, I advise you to surrender obediently. Otherwise, the price will be beyond what you can bear."
The silver wolf stared coldly at Qin Feng and spoke in human language.
"What? You can speak human language?!"
Hearing the silver wolf speak, Qin Feng looked utterly incredulous.
"What is so difficult about your inferior human language? Surrender obediently, or I'll make sure nothing here knows peace."
The silver wolf said.
Its gaze remained fixed on Qin Feng.
Whoosh—
At that moment, the arrow in Qin Feng's hand suddenly flew out, cutting across the silver wolf's face and leaving behind a bloody mark.
"You dare threaten me? You've got a lot of nerve."
Qin Feng looked at the wolf before him and spoke