The dark castle, like a sharp sword, towered into the clouds. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it seemed to be deep and mysterious.

However, after the wolf's howls, the inside of the castle became chaotic. The pale faces appeared at the window. They were anxious and as a sheet.

Two rays of light suddenly descended from the distance. It was Xiao Yi and the Utmost Wolf King.

Xiao Yi noticed that a strong middle-aged man in bronze was standing in front of hundreds of giant werewolves.

The man had scars all over his body. Under the cover of his long hair, he had a face that looked as if he had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The Utmost Wolf King transformed into a graceful gentleman dressed in white. With his hair in a high bun and a handsome face, he strode over to the middle-aged man while waving a folding fan in his hand.