The next day, while high-ranking members of the Vampire Clan were discussing strategies in the castle, a Vampire Prince hurriedly arrived. "Reporting to Ancestor Lord, the Werewolf Army is surging toward us! They will reach the front line of our Blood Clan forces in less than twenty minutes!"
Heather said, "Intercept them ten kilometers from the castle!"
"Yes!"
The great Princes quickly dispersed to command the army. The Blood Ancestors were not idle either, and Ye Fan rushed to the front line with them. At that moment, a large group of werewolves charged forward, howling. In their rear, a particular werewolf rode a gigantic black wolf. His aura was majestic and his strength was formidable. No one dared to challenge him.
Even the other Werewolf Leaders by his side paled in comparison. He was the Wolf King, a being with Saint-grade strength who was no longer bound by mortal limits. His immense power made him a unique figure within the Werewolf Army.
