From a suave and elegant gentleman to a fierce and savage beast in the span of a single breath. These were the Werewolves—a race that ordinary people could scarcely imagine truly existed in the world.
As the Werewolf leader—whose Wolf Breath was countless times stronger than Jeremy's—attacked, Qin Fan's usual relaxed smirk was gone, replaced by a mask of seething fury.
An alien race had penetrated deep into Huaxia to commit such inhumane atrocities against innocent people. Did they really think Huaxia was still the dark, desperate nation of decades ago, where its people suffered in misery? It wasn't just Qin Fan; any descendant of Yan and Huang would be unable to tolerate the truth that had come from the Werewolf leader's mouth.
Kidnapping virginal maidens in the bloom of their youth, only to bleed them dry and drink their blood to advance their Cultivation.
The very thought was chilling enough to ignite an uncontrollable rage.
