"You are the leader of this werewolves pack?"

Monn's calm and cold voice rang out.

As if he was completely indifferent to the werewolves' power.

The wolves were all stunned.

They could not help but think.

Where did this person gain so much confidence?

The werewolf commander also muttered in his heart.

Could this person have some sort of powerful backing?

However, when he thought of his saint-level pinnacle strength and all his werewolf soldiers, he stopped worrying.

He looked down at Monn and stuck his giant sword into the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Ace could not help but look over.

The giant sword had a strange shape. Both sides of the blade were filled with sharp barbs. There was a ravine in the middle, and red liquid flowed continuously in the cracks.

It looked like living blood, which seemed extremely horrifying.

The werewolf commander looked at Cardinal Monn, who did not seem to be afraid at all, and he grew a little interested.

It had been many years since he had seen such an interesting human.

"That's right, it's me. What's the matter?"

The werewolf commander casually replied to his question. His eyes were filled with great interest, and he wanted to see what the cardinal would do next.

Monn nodded and calmly said, "That's good."

After confirming who the commander was, he also confirmed who had the holy artifact.

"I'm in a hurry. Can you give me the thing that makes black mud?"

Monn's tone was calm.

It was as if he was borrowing something from an ordinary acquaintance.

When the werewolf commander heard this, his face was filled with astonishment.

What? He wanted something from the werewolf?

And he asked for it so casually?

The werewolf commander was instantly angered and laughed.

He thought that Moon was some interesting person, but he turned out to be a fool.

That's right, only a fool would be so unafraid when facing so many werewolves.

Because a fool did not know what fear was.

He shook his head, finding it funny that he was actually interested in a fool.

The werewolf lost interest. He picked up his sword again, turned around, and waved his hand. He said lazily, "I'll leave these two humans to you."

The werewolves howled in excitement.

Monn sighed.

In the end, it was still a waste of time.

The werewolf who received the commander's order stared at Monn and his companion.

The green light in his eyes flashed as he eyed his prey.

Even the werewolves in the front row began to divide up parts of Monn and his companion for food.

Just as the werewolf commander was about to return to his tent, screaming and screeching came from behind him.

The werewolf commander frowned and was about to turn around to check.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind brushed past his cheek.

"Boom! !"

A bloody scar suddenly appeared on his face, but the werewolf commander could not react at all.

He widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

In front of him, a sinkhole suddenly appeared where his luxurious tent should have been.

A trace of cold sweat slid down the side of his face.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

That huge sinkhole was still filled with an aura that could tear apart the void.

Thinking of how he had been hit by that strong wind just now, he couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva.

He, who was at the peak of the saint level, h[ad experienced many situations. What kind of moves had he not seen before?

Only this time, the sword aura that could easily tear him apart had him terrified.

However, he was still at the peak of the saint level. Although he was frightened by the sword aura, he quickly calmed down and turned around to check the situation.

He saw that in front of Monn, the space suddenly opened up, and a wide road appeared.

There were still countless broken limbs and flesh on the ground.

The werewolves on both sides leaned back and stood on the side, trembling, not daring to move.

Seeing their companions die in an instant made them look at Monn with fear in their eyes.

In a split-second, their friends, who had just been laughing beside them, died.

Thinking about it made them even more terrified.

They didn't dare to look at the god of death.

Monn's eyes were cold as he stepped forward.

The werewolves beside him immediately retreated and didn't dare to look at Monn in the slightest, afraid that their line of sight would be noticed and they would become dead souls under his sword.

Monn stepped over a corpse and didn't pay any attention to the werewolves beside him.

In Monn's eyes, they were like ants on the ground, easily squashed to death.

And when had humans ever cared about creatures like ants.

He only walked towards his target, the werewolf commander, slowly.

The werewolf commander's eyes widened, his hands tightly clutching the huge sword in his hands, as if he had met the most powerful enemy.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel complicated emotions rise in his heart.

Just a moment ago, he had thought this human was a fool, but now, he turned out to be an elite that even he had to be careful around!

"I didn't expect that I would actually be wrong."

The werewolf commander said solemnly.

Monn ignored him and said coldly, "Give me the holy artifact."

"You want the artifact?"The werewolf commander shook his head and smiled, "Then come get it!"

After saying this, the werewolf commander immediately made the first move, sweeping his red-glowing broadsword across.

Monn did not move. He held the holy sword that he had borrowed from Ace and blocked lightly.

Clang! !

The sound of two swords clashing exploded.

Seeing that Monn easily blocked his attack, the werewolf commander was shocked again.

He did not expect that his weak human body actually contained such great power.

Dealing with his fierce attacks seemed as easy as playing with a child.

With the holy sword in hand, Monn swung lightly.

The werewolf and its huge sword was immediately pushed back.

He had a more direct sense of Monn's power.

Very strong!

The werewolf commander's gaze became more and more serious.

The situation didn't seem so easy to resolve anymore.

Moreover, this human suddenly appeared here, probably because he discovered the tunnel that the werewolves dug in Saint Servant.

Soon, this place would be surrounded by humans.

Moreover, the holy artifact must not be lost!

The werewolf commander's gaze was firm.

His muscles expanded once more, and he launched a fierce attack on Monn.

But Monn did not want to continue like this.

It was already approaching the end of his shift, so he quickly finished work.

He looked at the werewolf commander, who had a fierce look on his face and a majestic aura. The wolf held his sword firmly and attacked.

Monn gently raised the holy sword, and a shocking cyclone suddenly formed on the tip.

This was his dimensional slash.

Without any unnecessary movements, the holy sword gently descended.

The giant heavy sword with a strange shape and suffused with a metallic cold light collided once again with the holy sword.

However, this time, there was no sound of metal colliding with metal.

The holy sword that was circling this terrifying cyclone seemed to have touched a piece of tofu, and it easily sliced open the giant heavy sword.

The momentum directly cut into the chest of the werewolf commander.

"Ahhhhh! ! !"

A horrifying scream echoed throughout the entire Suva Mountains.