However, just as they were about to launch their attack, a dazzling arcane chain shot out from the depths of the shadow, quickly ensnaring them like a sky net.
The chain released fragments of icy blue runes, each one like a blade cutting through the werewolf's soul, gradually slowing its movements and making it unable to struggle.
Hill wielded the silver-white longsword, moving freely among the chains, his sword's spine suddenly striking the werewolf totem pole—
The massive tree stump, representing the spiritual pillar of the Wolf Race, was shattered into powder by his strength, scattering in the wind.
"This declares the victory of the first battle!" Hill's eyes reflected a cold and fierce killing intent, his voice deep and powerful reverberating in the night sky, "The Witch Rider Corps will not allow any force to meddle with the land we guard!"
