They have always lived in groups, their innate sense of organization and discipline making them, like an army, cooperate and divide tasks both in battle and daily life.

When their numbers reach a certain level, they even dare to provoke magical beasts above the seventh rank, which are formidable even to humans.

The Three-striped Ice Sabertooth Wolves should have been active above the alpine snowline or in the northern snowy regions—cold areas. No one knows why they have come here; the dense forest is certainly not their hunting ground.

This is truly puzzling.

The Twin Star sisters, who are considered outstanding members of China's special operations forces, never imagined they would find themselves in such a terrifying place.

“Big sister, what should we do? I don’t have many heavy rounds left!”

Under the streaks of black-green camouflage paint, the face identical to her sister’s still tried to remain calm, but it was becoming harder and harder to hide the panic of being trapped in a desperate situation.

With wolves of such size, their aggression is even fiercer than that of an adult Siberian tiger. What on earth is this species?!

The Twin Star sisters had never encountered such ferocious “beasts” before.

The 5.8mm standard bullets used by the Type 95 automatic rifle are native large-diameter steel-core armor-piercing rounds, already quite powerful. The tungsten steel-core heavy rounds, with even more powerful propellant, can increase armor-piercing power by more than 70% compared to standard rounds.

This is the only thing, aside from a few grenades, that the Twin Star sisters can rely on to pose any threat to these giant wolves.

An automatic rifle out of bullets is not even as good as a fire poker. If they lose the protection of the big trees, this place might become the sisters’ burial ground—or perhaps, in the face of these beasts, even a place to die and be buried would be a luxury.

“Sis, calm down! We will survive.”

Although she said this, the always composed and calm elder sister Emily Thompson was clearly not as confident as she sounded.

The sisters were facing a pack of utterly inhuman beasts. No matter how clever she was, none of her wits were of any use at this moment.

Emily Thompson simply couldn’t understand how she and her sister, after waking up, found themselves in a completely unfamiliar forest, only to immediately encounter a pack of giant wolves of a species they had never seen before.

Lacking sufficient jungle gear, the meticulous and resourceful Twin Star elder sister racked her brains but could not come up with a way out of this desperate situation.

Her opponents had always been humans—when had she ever faced such beasts?

Marx and Lenin above! If only there were a bottle of wolf repellent spray right now.

Just looking at the size of these giant wolves, it was clear that the killing power of an automatic rifle was quite limited.

There were only two grenades left after the earlier surprise attack, and it would be hard to trick these cunning wolves with the same tactic again.

The strange, thick, bloody smell in the air and the violently shaking trees constantly reminded them that this was not a dream—perhaps it was a nightmare from which they could never wake.

A dozen or so Three-striped Ice Sabertooth Wolves took turns launching attacks, cunningly striking and retreating, remaining completely silent from start to finish—not even making a sound. Such dark and low-key attack habits made them even harder to guard against.

As social predators, their diet includes not only weak creatures but even higher-ranked beings. They have considerable experience dealing with targets that appear very dangerous.

The tall trees where the Twin Star sisters were hiding shook violently under the repeated impacts of the giant wolves, wood chips flying from the trunks struck by wolf claws.

Undermining the roots, breaking the trunk—unexpectedly, these cunning wolves knew to attack on both fronts.

The smell of blood and tree sap mixed in the air, forming a strange, fishy odor.

The two tall trees were on the verge of collapse. If it weren’t for the deterrent of the two constantly firing automatic rifles, the wolf pack might have already brought down the trees and stuffed these two seemingly delicious prey into their hungry bellies.

A particularly large Three-striped Ice Sabertooth Wolf had a spray of red and white blood burst from its forehead. Its low growl was abruptly cut off as it crashed into the trunk with full force, but its momentum still carried it into the tree.

Like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, the ancient tree, after who knows how many years of growth, finally could not withstand the accumulated damage from the repeated impacts. Its roots snapped all at once, completely separating from the soil.

The trunk, having lost its foundation, toppled in another direction.

“Ah!~”

The younger sister Grace Thompson, crouched at the top of the tree, let out a scream as she fell heavily to the ground along with the tree.

With one of the prey falling from the tree, the Three-striped Ice Sabertooth Wolves became agitated, several giant wolves pouncing at just the right moment.

Even with her agility, grabbing onto the trunk to steady herself and cushion the fall, Grace Thompson landed hard on her backside and had no time to reach for the Type 95 automatic rifle that had been flung aside.

In fact, whether she grabbed the tree or the gun first, it was a multiple-choice question with only one answer: die from the fall on the spot, or be eaten by wolves a second later. Instinctively, the younger sister chose the former.

Seeing the ferocious wolves pouncing toward her, Grace Thompson felt as if her very soul had frozen. She could barely move; her legs, numb from the impact, made it impossible for her to stand up immediately and escape to the tree where her sister was.

“Sis!”