Chapter 132

"It's late, you bastard!" I laughed at the wolf's pointless escape, my hand gripping the knife even tighter, stabbing with all my might.

There was a cracking sound, and the stone-hard skin protecting the wolf's heart began to crack. I put all my remaining strength into the pin until the handle stopped. Then only heard it howl in anger after the red stream flowed from its chest.

It was disgusting; its blood was pouring into my face, and the smell of blood mixed with the corpses made my chest rise with nausea.

When stabbed in the heart, the mad ferocious wolf becomes as weak as a piece of paper. I quickly kicked him off with my foot but had no strength left after that attack. I couldn't stand, only sitting on the ground panting.

The wounds on my body also continued to bleed, making me look pitiful right now.

I glanced at the wolf lying on the ground, breathing heavily; the blood all over his body was black, and only the blood in his heart was red. When his heart was damaged, his eyes al