C950 The Werewolf Powerhouse Joined the Battle

One, two, five.

Six, seven, ten.

In a short moment, the number of blood-red lances materialized from the golden mist had reached a total of ten.

Each spear was several meters long, with a diameter of over 20 centimeters. Before it had even shot out, it had already opened a path that was filled with a frightening and monstrous aura