The voice of the Bloodthirsty Werewolf Leader echoed, filled with bloodlust and madness.
"Yes!"
One by one, the Bloodthirsty Werewolves nearby responded cautiously, but none dared to move.
It wasn't until the Bloodthirsty Werewolf Leader left the area that some dared to approach and carry the corpse away.
Faint black mist spread, and the corpse of the dead Bloodthirsty Werewolf gradually decomposed, turning into a dark brown aura, which the other Bloodthirsty Werewolves quickly dumped into the Elivagar River.
Soon, the corpse completely disintegrated, transforming into a denser blood-red color.
"Behemoth!"
"As long as Our God descends, the entire Beastman Tribe, no, the entire continent, will belong to our race of Bloodthirsty Werewolves."
The Bloodthirsty Werewolf Leader was filled with madness, sensing that the time for him to become the ruler of the Beastman Tribe was approaching.
A little more.
Just a little more.
