Blood Sacrifice of a Million Werewolves

The Sky Wolf King, Zhebe, was completely dead.

Over seven million citizens of the Faroe Kingdom and over a million werewolves had seen it clearly.

They could even feel the despairing aura that Zhebe was emitting from the blood cloud.

"How is this possible? How could the king die?"

A pseudo-ultimate mage from the great snow mountain's wolf clan knelt on the ground. Under the extreme grief and shock, blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

In his heart, the Sky Wolf King Zhebe was a god-like existence, invincible in the world. He had beaten the powerful Faroe Kingdom to the point where they had no way of retaliating.

But now... Their king, the great son of the Sky Wolf God, had died just like that.

Under the hands of that ultimate mage of the Faroe Kingdom, there was actually no room for resistance.

A blow.

A huge blow.

Countless werewolves started wailing.