It's so fast!

Tia was startled, and the bomb that she had already placed in her hand was thrown out without hesitation.

Uncle Taton's strong recommendation of the Jik bomb exploded the moment it collided with the ice pick, and the black mist mixed with ice flakes quickly dispersed, blocking Tia's vision.

In addition to directly destroying several ice picks, the blast also had an effect on the direction of its attack. By the time the remaining ice picks flew out through the black mist, Tia had no need to dodge.

Great stuff!

Witnessing the whole process of Jike's bomb being powerful, Tia's eyes lit up.

Taton's hut is indeed a shop of conscience! She silently praised her uncle from the bottom of her heart.

If she can return to Savoy City alive this time, she can consider establishing a long-term relationship with her uncle.

Seeing that his attack was stopped, the white wolf raised his paw almost invisibly, and a subtle ice-blue streamer swept through at an extremely fast speed. Because Tia's attention was not on the white wolf at this time, she didn't notice this small detail in time.

After doing this, the white wolf suddenly howled at the moon.

Tia's attention was drawn to it all at once.

The sight of a huge icicle condensing and forming in the white wolf's gaping mouth came into view, and her body flashed to the side reflexively.

The white wolf bent his eyes and smiled sarcastically.

At the same time, the formed ice pick was also spit out by it.

This strange expression did not deliberately avoid Tia, and the humanized expression of emotions made her feel like her hairs stood on end for a moment.

Before she could react to the reason for this expression, Tia felt the soles of her feet slip and her body lost balance for a moment.

Looking at the large ice pick shooting straight in front of her, Tia bit her back molars fiercely.

Damn it, this dead wolf is cheating!

Too late to dodge the blow, Tia could only avoid the key point and watch as the icicle stabbed into her body.

It's cold!

The temperature of the ice was so low that Tia couldn't feel the pain when it pierced her body.

Not to mention the pain, she couldn't even feel anything but the cold.

The cold bones are aching.

Tia fell to the ground with a pale face, her body trembling uncontrollably. She watched with wide eyes as the white wolf in the distance approached her step by step.

With the proud and slow pace of the victors.

Just like people.

Tia suddenly understood the reason for her attack.

She had misestimated the white wolf's strength and underestimated its intelligence.

If force alone could effectively inflict a fatal blow on her, the white wolf would not have resorted to this method in a roundabout way.

At the very least, it was afraid of the weapons in her hands.

Tia traded the lesson of blood for the information she wanted.

The Monster, at least this white wolf, was not as powerful as she thought, but it was much smarter than she thought.

But while getting this information, Tia still had a doubt in her heart. I always feel that this white wolf brings her a much weaker sense of crisis than when she first met her, is it because she was injured?

The comparison between the two is simply incomparable.

The near-frozen body didn't affect the activity of her brain, and Tia was frantically thinking about ways out of her predicament as she examined herself.

Thanks to the humanoid nature of this dead wolf, while it has a high intelligence that is close to that of a human, it also has a dark side of the human personality.

That's why Tia was able to make sure she was safe for a short time.

Although the emotion on the wolf's face was difficult to feel by looking at it, the thick mockery was too obvious for Tia to ignore.

She guessed that the white wolf was enjoying the feeling of the prey struggling, enjoying the chagrin, regret and fear of the prey.

And that's just buying her brainstorming time.