When the Wolf King's cold eyes turned to them, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
Those eyes held not the slightest warmth, and with a long howl to the sky, the mournful sound of the wolf cry seemed to lament and plead, silencing even the torrential rain in the night.
As it lowered its head, countless black lights bubbled forth from its mouth, tendrils creeping from the tainted gemstone pulsed faintly.
Its throat swelled violently, and in the next moment, a wave of filthy tide, like black flames, swept toward them.
"Those with curse power, release all your curse power!"
Jonathan shouted, and the permeating curse power spread outwards once more. He pushed through the crowd, stepped in front, and held his spear across his body like a solid fortress.
This Wolf King, how can it be so much stronger than a few years ago!
"No, Mr. Jonathan, the fight is ours now." Cai Ketongshen's death had shifted the player team's leadership to the Guarantor with the Human Soul.
