Moab instantly squinted his eyes at them.
As he observed the human trespassers, he was filled with consternation and anger.
“How bold of you to barge into the werewolves' den!”
Whoosh!
Before Moab finished, the werewolves in the cave quickly surrounded Max and his fellow trespassers.
Nevertheless, Max remained unfazed in front of the werewolf horde and the fearsome glares of their Eighteen Warriors and Four Generals.
With a pipe in his mouth, he trained his gaze on Moab and ignored everyone else. Wearing an indiscernible smirk, he added, “I wouldn’t be here if I weren't bold.”
“Moab, did you really think that I would risk my life and come here unprepared?”
Moab's brows furrowed when he heard the statement.
The Shamans and sages behind him had equally grim looks on their faces.
Max let out a light chuckle. “I am a Five-star General of Ariarica. If anything happens to me or my men here, I can guarantee that my country will hunt down the entire Shadow Fang tribe across the globe. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to go ahead and try.”
Max's words filled Moab with shock and fury.
He continued with a devious smile, “And to take a step back, even if you decide to throw everything you have at me, you're still incapable of keeping me here as long as I choose to break through the encirclement.”
Moab's expression darkened further.
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