As soon as the old man's voice died down, a gust of wind blew past.
Four figures with exceptional auras appeared not far in front of Leo Ray one after another.
Meanwhile, their own subordinates had already formed a semi-circle with their bodies, completely protecting Leo Ray in the center.
As the four figures landed and stirred up a cloud of dust, Leo Ray narrowed his eyes to look at them.
As Serena Clark had reported earlier, besides the middle-aged werewolf powerhouse they had encountered on the battlefield, the others were three white-haired old werewolf elders.
These old werewolves were all dressed in neatly tailored dark leather jackets and trousers, the jacket style and the somewhat tight cropped pants giving them the vibe of cyberpunk characters from movies.
"Well, these three old werewolves are quite stylish," Leo Ray thought to himself. "But they are three more Tier 3 powerhouses, it seems that the strength of the Snow Feather Tribe is indeed quite impressive."
