Behind a low mound, a Camel Wolf was stealthily lying in ambush.
The Camel Wolf was massive, comparable to a warhorse. Its entire body was covered in long, black wolf fur, and it had two withered humps on its back. Its wolf eyes glimmered in the dusk.
It lay on the mound, motionless, like a stone statue. It even slowed its breathing exceedingly, and at first glance, it seemed like a piece of black iron.
Suddenly, the long ears of the Camel Wolf twitched.
Under its gaze, a gray rabbit emerged from a hole at the foot of the mound and began to forage.
Even though there were lush wild grasses near its burrow, the gray rabbit ignored them and dashed straight out to find grass farther away.
A rabbit doesn't eat the grass by its own burrow, because doing so would expose its home.
Seeing the gray rabbit go out, the Camel Wolf lowered its eyelids even further, hiding most of its wolf eyes, leaving only a slit.
The gray rabbit raised its ears high while eating. At the slightest sound or movement, it would alertly lift its head and look around, very vigilant.
The Camel Wolf was extremely patient. The rabbit ate happily, but it remained motionless, as if dead.
The rabbit continued to eat, absorbed in the tasty grass.
When it was full, it started to head back.
Just then, the Camel Wolf suddenly moved. It dashed down from the mound and attacked the rabbit.
The rabbit's way back was cut off by the wolf. In panic, it turned and fled.
It ran incredibly fast, almost transforming into a gray-white lightning bolt, weaving through the grass. It even outran the Camel Wolf and quickly gained some distance.
But after running for a while, it slowed down.
The gray rabbit had strong explosive power, but lacked the endurance of the Camel Wolf.
The two chased across the Poison-rot Grassland, a life-and-death race. It was the most common scene on the plains—the deadly game between predator and prey.
The Camel Wolf gradually closed in. Seeing the rabbit within reach, it leaped out to pounce.
But at that instant, the rabbit suddenly sped up. Its whole body darted to the side, instantly dodging the deathly pounce and putting distance between itself and the wolf.
This gray rabbit was also quite cunning. The earlier fatigue was just a disguise; it still had spare strength.
The Camel Wolf missed its pounce and continued the chase doggedly.
Soon, the distance between them closed again.
The wolf pounced again, but still missed.
After three or four attempts, the rabbit truly ran out of stamina and was finally caught by the wolf.
The Camel Wolf panted heavily and lay on the ground for a good while before slowly standing up. In this cruel competition, even the predator did not have it easy; there was much hardship and trouble.
Having caught the gray rabbit with such effort, the Camel Wolf did not enjoy this meal. Instead, it carried the rabbit in its mouth and returned to its den.
In the den, there was the female Camel Wolf and several newborn cubs that needed to be fed.
But when this Camel Wolf rushed back to its den, it only saw blood and cold corpses.
Aoooow!!!
It dropped the rabbit corpse and howled in fury, its neck fur bristling. Hatred and anger burned red in its eyes.
A large group of Poison-whisker Wolves surrounded it from all directions.
On a distant hill, Fang Yuan stood with his arms crossed, looking down at the battlefield from above.
"Hehehe, just as I expected, a male wolf showed up," he said with a faint smile, feeling that his luck had finally turned a bit for the better.
The Camel Wolf was one of the superior mounts in the Northern Plains. Although Fang Yuan possessed Changshan Yin's Four-turn Wolf-running Gu, it consumed a great deal of true essence. It was far more convenient to ride a Camel Wolf.
When Fang Yuan accidentally discovered this wolf den, he killed the weak female wolf and the cubs, and obtained a Two-turn Wolf-taming Gu.
He did not leave in a hurry but ambushed with Poison-whisker Wolves, waiting for the male wolf's return.
The battle between the Camel Wolf and the Poison-whisker Wolf pack entered a fever pitch from the start.
The gigantic Camel Wolf, fueled by rage, fought even more fiercely. With its wolf claws, ordinary Poison-whisker Wolves were no match.
But under Fang Yuan's command, the Poison-whisker Wolves were extremely cunning. They did not fight head-on but cleverly cooperated with one another, retreating when one advanced and advancing when one retreated, wearing down the Camel Wolf's combat strength.
After this standoff for over an hour, the Camel Wolf was out of breath and no longer had its earlier courage.
By its side lay the corpses of over sixty Poison-whisker Wolves, all glorious feats it had achieved. Of course, if Fang Yuan had intended to kill it, with his proficiency in the enslavement path, it would only have cost the lives of thirty Poison-whisker Wolves. But Fang Yuan wanted to capture it alive, so he couldn't help but hold back somewhat in battle.
"It's about ready." Fang Yuan looked at the Camel Wolf's trembling limbs in the wind, then slowly walked down the hill and approached cautiously.
By now, most of his Gu worms had been transferred to the Fox Immortal Blessed Land via the Toast-shifting Gu.
When he was still two hundred paces from the Camel Wolf, Fang Yuan flicked his finger and activated the Two-turn Wolf-taming Gu.
The Wolf-taming Gu exploded softly, turning into a wisp of smoke that enveloped the Camel Wolf.
The wolf hurriedly retreated to dodge, but the smoke followed closely. The wolf roared and charged at Fang Yuan, but encountered strong resistance from the Poison-whisker Wolf pack.
After a few breaths, the smoke completely merged into its body.
The Camel Wolf lay weakly on the ground, covered in bleeding wounds. Its red wolf eyes no longer gazed at Fang Yuan with hatred, but showed a sense of submission.