"Boom!"
Jiang Feng saw Aunt Wang's courtyard pulverized, a house full of relatives, crushed by the beams or engulfed by the flames from the Werewolf's body.
His own courtyard was also enveloped in fire.
The Werewolf paid no heed.
He continued to leap forward.
Jiang Feng's eyes widened, calculating the distance and realizing that the Werewolf's next landing spot would be Uncle Huo's courtyard.
If that foot came down, Uncle Huo's family would either be crushed by the collapsing house or consumed by the blood-red flames emanating from the Werewolf's body.
The whole family would perish in the sea of flames.
Jiang Feng clenched his fists.
To save or not to save?
"Humph!"
In the face of danger, standing on the attic, he let out an angry hum, a powerful aura bursting forth, startling the Werewolf.
The Werewolf was still in mid-air.
