The figure plunged into the ditch, rolling on the ground as flames met water with a hissing sound.
"Even that didn't kill it?!"
Upon seeing the struggling figure in the ditch, Li Xinyan's delicate face changed.
"These werewolves really have tenacious vitality."
The expression on Elder Bing Yuan's aged face also shifted.
In the ditch, after two minutes of rolling, the flames on the figure gradually extinguished, and the massive figure struggled to slowly stand up.
The figure had a ferocious wolf's head, a wolf's tail behind, and wore a silver armor around its body.
At that moment, the figure was in dire straits, its fur charred black, with severe burn marks and wounds from explosion fragments all over its body, and only one eye left on its scorched wolf head.
The silver armor it wore was broken and raggedly draped over it, looking very miserable.
