Henry Clark's eyes narrowed, and he immediately began scanning his surroundings carefully. Although this plain was incredibly desolate, there were several rocks, some as tall as several meters, standing upright all around. Henry Clark glanced left and right, spotted a rock about a few hundred meters away, and dashed toward it. Behind him, the hundreds of human souls still lay on the ground in a daze, though a few of them were slowly and shakily getting to their feet. However, these souls no longer looked human. Some of the tallest among them were nearly three meters high. Their bodies still had two arms, two legs, and a head—still a primate form—but more or less, reptilian scales had appeared on their skin. More than a dozen of them had even had their faces transformed. While they didn't have blue faces and fangs, their appearances were nonetheless quite terrifying.

At this moment, Henry Clark truly didn't dare trust anyone, especially with the appearance of those giant wolves—the sense of danger pierced straight to his core. That's why, without a second thought, he rushed toward the massive rock. As soon as he reached it, he frantically searched beneath it, repeatedly reaching his hands into the hollows under the rock. But the rock was pressed so tightly against the ground that there wasn't the slightest gap for him to squeeze into. In his anxiety, he broke out in a cold sweat... but unfortunately, he was currently a soul, so how could he possibly sweat? It only made his mind even more frantic and panicked.

"Calm down!" Henry Clark suddenly stopped in his tracks. He took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the anxiety and fear in his heart, shouting at himself internally to stay calm. Only after his emotions stabilized a bit did he spot another massive rock and ran toward it, hoping there might be a place to hide there.

Meanwhile, the black dots in the distance were drawing ever closer. The giant wolves, three to four meters tall from foot to head, were becoming more and more distinct. They were still about three or four kilometers away from the crowd. At this point, Henry Clark had just reached the base of another massive rock. Compared to the wolves' speed, if there was nowhere to hide under this rock either, he would have no time to search for another—those giant wolves would absolutely tear him apart before he could reach another rock.

Henry Clark felt his whole body trembling. Even though he was a soul, his chest still pounded violently with tension—though he couldn't tell if it was his heart or some other organ. Desperately suppressing his fear, Henry Clark hurriedly lay on the ground, searching nonstop. Finally, his hand found empty space—at the junction of the rock and the ground, he discovered a small gap. He didn't care whether the gap was big enough to fit; he quickly stuck his feet under the rock, inch by inch forcing himself down. The sharp edges of the rock tore at his soul body, but he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, shoving himself into the gap beneath the rock. He even used his hands to claw dirt over the entrance, blocking half of it. Just as he finished, the first giant wolf had already charged into the crowd.

This giant wolf was pitch black all over, its fur standing up like steel needles. Its body was terrifyingly huge—three to four meters tall from foot to head, and over ten meters long from tail to head, almost as big as a legendary dinosaur. A person standing before it would look pitifully small, like a kitten before a human. But what chilled Henry Clark to the bone was that the wolf's head was not a wolf's head, but a human head!

Yes, the wolf's head was an enlarged human head. Its eyes glowed with a greenish light, and its mouth had mutated drastically, filled with countless protruding sharp teeth—like the fangs of a saber-toothed tiger. But while a saber-toothed tiger only has two prominent fangs, these giant wolves' human mouths were filled with dozens of sharp teeth, each one like a dagger, gleaming with a cold white light.

A giant human-headed wolf plunged into the crowd. It lowered its head and bit down fiercely. With a soft tearing sound, three human souls beneath it were caught in its mouth. These three souls had still been somewhat dazed, but as the sharp teeth tore and chewed them, each one screamed in agony—their cries were truly terrifying. But the human-headed wolf knew nothing of mercy; its jaws kept chewing, and after a few bites, it swallowed the three souls down.

When a soul was torn apart, no blood spurted out. Instead, thumb-sized glowing particles and thin black streams floated out. As the giant human-headed wolf chewed the three souls, many glowing particles and black streams drifted out, and the wolf seemed to enjoy it immensely, sucking all the particles and black streams into its mouth. Then, with a swipe of its paw, it knocked over more than a dozen nearby souls, and with another bite, swallowed two more human souls.