Hoo!
A gust of whistling wind cut through the wolf pack, hitting the dying old musk ox with precision.
The wound on its body was again torn open by the stone spear.
The combination of immense power and the sharp stone spear brought unbearable pain!
The old musk ox let out a mournful cry, losing the ability to support itself in standing.
It collapsed to the ground under the burden.
The tip of the stone spear was pressed against the ground, and as the old musk ox fell, it fiercely pierced into its body.
As the long spear snapped, it caused significant damage to the old musk ox's internal organs.
It lay on the ground, taking in more air than it let out.
Generally, at such a moment, the leader of the wolf pack would leap forward to enjoy its feast.
The other wolves would drool on the side, waiting to gather around according to the hierarchy after the leader finished eating, to devour the old musk ox completely.
But this time was different.
