Zuo Feng's fair arm was almost completely immersed in the body of the Devouring Wolf. After searching for a while, he suddenly showed a hint of joy, but then this joy froze and transformed into a look of surprise.
As his fair little hand retracted from the body of the Devouring Wolf, there was a crystal fragment the size of an apricot kernel in his palm.
"This should be a beast core, but why is it shattered?" Zuo Feng muttered to himself, frowning and staring at the crystal fragment in his hand. Yet, he did not notice the little beast nearby, which, upon witnessing this scene, unexpectedly displayed a hint of mockery.
