Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,Soon, the wild wolf stopped struggling. Jing Yang felt a strange aura again, drilling into his heart, both cold and hot. His heart twitched violently. Just as he had struggled to stand up, he fell back onto his buttocks.,He paused for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cloud of foul air.。