In the Werewolf Clan valley, along the avenue leading to the Blood Prison.
"Move!"
A Werewolf Guard barked coldly, suddenly shoving Roberts, making him stumble, acting very rudely.
Clang clang clatter...
The shackles on Roberts's hands and feet rang out noisily.
These shackles were specially made to restrain a werewolf's power, reducing them to ordinary humans.
Roberts turned back, glaring angrily.
The werewolf soldier sneered, "What? Are you still thinking of resisting, bastard!"
"You..." Roberts instantly flew into a rage, his eyes turning blood red, a vague killing intent emanated from his body.
The werewolf soldier was unafraid, since Rob III had thrown Roberts into the Blood Prison, it indicated that he had completely lost his status, and whether he could walk out of the Blood Prison was uncertain!
Roberts clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, gritting his teeth, suddenly charging forward, slamming his head heavily into the werewolf's nose.
"Ah..."
