"What?!"
An angry roar came from the Werewolf's temporary base.
In the tallest building, a giant silver-gray Wolf threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.
His eyes stared at the Werewolf on the ground.
"Say that again!"
The heavy tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.
The Werewolf kneeling on the ground said with a trembling voice, "General, General Morris, we have broken the barrier, but out of nowhere, a Cardinal suddenly appeared. He released a flame, and in an instant, one-tenth of our Werewolves were eliminated. Now, that flame is blocking our way forward, causing us to not dare to take a step forward!"
"Trash!!!"
Upon hearing the Werewolf's words, Morris once again picked up a teacup on the table and smashed it on the Werewolf's body.
The Werewolf was in pain from the smashing and trembled for a moment, but he did not dare to show the slightest expression.
