"You are the leader of this werewolves pack?"
Monn's calm and cold voice rang out.
As if he was completely indifferent to the werewolves' power.
The wolves were all stunned.
They could not help but think.
Where did this person gain so much confidence?
The werewolf commander also muttered in his heart.
Could this person have some sort of powerful backing?
However, when he thought of his saint-level pinnacle strength and all his werewolf soldiers, he stopped worrying.
He looked down at Monn and stuck his giant sword into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Ace could not help but look over.
The giant sword had a strange shape. Both sides of the blade were filled with sharp barbs. There was a ravine in the middle, and red liquid flowed continuously in the cracks.
It looked like living blood, which seemed extremely horrifying.
