"Barrello, we're afraid we can't shatter this light barrier in a short time, and this transformation has lasted quite a while, it's consuming a lot of their energy."
Ariel glanced at the weakening attacks below, observing the somewhat exhausted werewolves, and said.
"Ariel, what do you mean?"
Barrello's light golden eyes flickered, turning to look at Ariel.
"Barrello, don't forget that nighttime is when we werewolves are at our strongest. Even if we break through the barrier and attack now, these Huaxia people will surely fight to the death, and our Wolf Race will pay a high price."
"We might as well retreat for now, gather our strength, and strike again on tomorrow night's full moon."
Ariel stared at Barrello and said.
Upon hearing this, Barrello's eyes flickered with light, clearly contemplating Ariel's words.
"Additionally, Barrello, that guy Amos is already dead, but he had a powerful sacred artifact of our Wolf Race, the Hammer of Thunderlight."
