After this wolf howl ended, a large number of wolf howls sounded one after another.
"Damn!"
"What's going on?"
Hearing these wolf howls, Xing Rong's scalp went numb.
Even though he had been used to seeing so many werewolves these few days, he was still shocked by this voice.
Ghost Girl also looked at the werewolf tribe at the foot of the hill with a serious expression.
At this moment, a large number of werewolves had already gathered there. In the center of these werewolves, an especially tall werewolf was standing on a wooden platform and saying something.
Beside the Werewolf Leader, the Dark High Priest was shockingly there.
"Don't be rash!"
Xing Rong, who was holding a telescope, also saw the Dark High Priest.
Then, he immediately pressed down on Ghost Girl's wrist.
Feeling the cold touch on his palm, Xing Rong's thoughts drifted far away.
Only when he heard another wolf howl did he wake up.
