But as soon as he finished speaking, he was enveloped by a ray of light and suppressed to the ground.

There was a "crash" sound.

The Golden-Eyed Giant Wolf and the other five Saint Ancestors, who were performing the formation, suddenly noticed a terrifying aura approaching, too fast to dodge.

When they lowered their heads, they saw that they were split in half.

As for the few incomplete formation disks that controlled the formation, they fell into the hands of a tall figure wearing a cloak.

"Lang...Lang Holy Lord!"

The giant wolf with golden eyes trembled all over, as if he had seen something incredible.

This large array can monitor the surrounding area, but no suspicious person has ever been found.

But who knew that this Lord Lang could perfectly disguise himself as a "big bad wolf" and use a little werewolf born with gold-level blood as a cover to swagger into the city without arousing anyone's suspicion.

"What a good strategy and means!"

"It turns out that you people from the Cursed Land have arrived a long time ago, but we haven't discovered it yet, and we're still a little complacent."

The golden-eyed giant wolf sighed, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He and several other Saint Ancestors were struck by the fierce sword wind, and their vitality was cut off, leaving them with no way to survive.

Even if you want to resist, it's too late.
Chapter completed!