So what if he was the tribe's top genius? No matter how strong, how could he compare to that group of prodigies in the Holy Land? At this moment, if one performed exceptionally well, they could enter the Holy Land, so naturally, such an opportunity had to be grasped firmly.
"Are you also participants in the Divine War?"
At this time, a curious voice drifted over from afar.
"Who!"
The werewolf guards immediately became alert, searching for the source.
It wasn't until a flicker of Crown Flame burned, dispelling the white fog, that the werewolves, who had been anticipating a formidable enemy, finally saw the newcomer clearly.
He was a slender young man, strolling leisurely. His pupils shimmered like stars on a summer night, glimmering with beautiful nebulae. His aura wasn't strong, which initially put the werewolves at ease, but then greed surfaced in their eyes.
