Boom!
As soon as the words fell, a spear suddenly tore through the air, fast as lightning, heading straight for the giant Hand of Netherworld God.
Bam!
A loud explosion, and after the spear hit the Netherworld God, the latter instantly exploded into a cloud of black mist, dissipating in the air.
"Who is it?"
Harren was furious, looking in the direction from which the spear came.
Dozens of figures quickly darted over, each exuding a powerful aura, they were undoubtedly werewolves!
The leader, though looking human, appeared different from other werewolves with wolf heads and human bodies; it was Roberts.
"Werewolves!"
Harren's heart sank. These werewolves arrived too quickly; their battle had not yet lasted long and these werewolves had already come.
Xiao Zheng noticed Roberts and internally rejoiced, thinking he had encountered an acquaintance, which might make things easier later. He immediately moved aside.
