Like a baby's hand and palm, his own arms and torso became incredibly slender and thin. His skin was so tender that it didn't look like the skin of a man nearly thirty years old at all; he looked more like a three or four-year-old child!,From some point, Jing Yang gradually calmed down. He leaned against the pile of rocks, sitting cross-legged, staring intently at the three wild wolves that had advanced to his front. The bits of meat in their teeth and the sickeningly bloody smell were all clearly visible...,One wolf, its throat torn open, gradually stopped struggling. The other two wolves continued to fight. Jingyang took a deep breath of the thick, bloody air, gritting his teeth against the pain in his heart, forcing himself to remain calm. Even if he didn't understand what was really going on, he couldn't afford to make a mistake now...。