Jingyang lowered his head again and saw, under the pile of corpses, another female corpse. She was dressed in an ordinary gray coat, her eyes half-open as if she hadn't died peacefully. He wasn't a forensic doctor, so he couldn't tell how long the woman and the other men in suits had been dead. But he could see that in the stiff hand of the deceased woman, she was tightly clutching a scattered, empty swaddling cloth…,Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,As the pentagram bloodline approached, Jing Yang controlled the wolf, who was trying to defend and conserve his strength. Despite having over ten bloody wounds on his body, he roared with all his might, bursting forth with all the power within him, pushing the opponent to the ground. The wolf struggled desperately, refusing to expose its vulnerable belly. Jing Yang manipulated the wolf to pin it down. With two front paws, one pressed against the enemy wolf's head and the other used as a nail, he seized an opportunity and pulled out the opponent's tongue. At the same time, the thin pentagram bloodline controlled by Jing Yang's main body landed precisely on the wolf's exposed tongue under the manipulation of the white light sphere.。