Wang Yang was extremely perceptive and very composed. It was evident that he was calm and steady. The other villagers from the same village were also composed, for they were around the same age.
They had seen death before; wolves eating meat was a law of nature.
These wolves were all ordinary wolves.
"Poor soul," Wang Yang felt sympathy. The leg was already exposed to the white bones. In death, one deserves respect. They were merely ordinary hunters, unlike the cultivators, with simple hearts and kind nature.
"Give me the hunting knife." Wang Yang looked towards his child and said.
The hunting knife was handed over, and Wang Yang gestured to a few other villagers to come over. Together, they used the hunting knife to scrape the dirt away, revealing the Proud God's corpse.
"Oh my heavens!"
Wang Yang and the others, upon seeing the corpse, were quite frightened. Part of the left arm and right shoulder was also eaten; it was truly brutal.
