Looking at the largest battle circle in the night sky, a strong sense of worry flashed in Zilan's eyes. This werewolf prince with golden hair all over his body was simply too fierce, and her father and the others might not be a match for him.
"Unfortunately, I can only control a part of this Fog Trapping Array. If Qin Yang were here to control it, he could cover an area of ten thousand meters in radius and trap all these werewolves inside."
Zilan shook her little head and said.
"Zilan, let's continue to kill these werewolves."
Ruan Xinxue also had a trace of worry in her beautiful eyes, but they couldn't interfere in battles of that level.
"Okay."
Zilan nodded, then her beautiful eyes shifted to Feipu Manor under the night sky, filled with slaughter.
At this moment, amidst the firelight, the ancient martial artists of Feipu Manor and those werewolves were engaged in a bloody battle, and a thick stench of blood filled the night air.
