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An entire day had passed.
The walls of the mountain village had been thickened significantly, and women and children joined the ranks, taking out everything that could be used as a weapon.
Then Wu Qing brought out all the stored grain and made a delicious-smelling dinner.
But no one could bring themselves to eat.
Everyone stared blankly at the small road in the distance.
Twilight was approaching.
Sunlight shone on the road, appearing so bright.
Suddenly.
A huge shadow appeared in the sky.
Wu Qing, who was patrolling on the village wall, tensed up as he looked closer; his heart completely sank.
He saw a dark mass of over a hundred werewolves rushing towards them.
In the middle, there was a huge wooden cart pulled by two albino werewolves, and on the cart sat a chubby white wolf.
It was the Snow Wolf King!
Such a formation was enough to flatten the whole mountain village.
At this moment, all the villagers saw this scene.
