His left calf bore a claw mark, and he held an unconscious Frost Feather Sparrow in his arms.
The young man on the right had a sturdy build, with three deep claw marks on his right arm cutting down to the bone, the blood a dark red, while a comatose Rock Armor Lizard curled up beside him.
The thin man raised his head, his voice weak: "Please help us."
"We're from Phoenix City, here for training."
"Earlier, we were attacked by a damn pack of Snow Cloud Wolves. Our Pet Beasts couldn't compete with them and fought desperately to bring us here to escape."
Each time he spoke a sentence, his breathing became heavier, his hoarse voice making his condition seem even more worn out.
Zhang Yu nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, many Snow Cloud Wolves inhabit the various regions of Qinling, and they are fierce and cunning, often attacking passing Beastmasters."
After a pause, he looked at the wounds on the two, sighing, "I just didn't expect the Snow Cloud Wolves here to be this vicious."
