The four of them charged forward like arrows released from a bow.

"Waaaaah—"

In that instant, a sharp and piercing howl suddenly erupted from the werewolf tribe!

The sound was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, or like a raging storm crashing against the rocks, high-pitched and desolate, carrying endless sorrow and determination, spreading far and wide in all directions.

It was like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark night sky, instantly illuminating the entire area where the werewolf tribe was located, and causing the surrounding mountains and grasslands to tremble.

This wailing sound was an emergency signal emitted by the werewolf tribe when they encountered a great crisis.

Each note carries the fear and unease deep within the werewolves' hearts. They use this unique way to call for the support of their companions, hoping to jointly resist the impending disaster.

"Howl howl—"

The deafening howls, rising and falling in waves, shattered the tranquility of the night sky.

In various corners surrounding the tribe, one could see agile werewolves, whether they were well-trained soldiers or ordinary werewolves.

They all seemed to be enraged, their eyes flashing with a fierce light, and they roared angrily.

They quickly grabbed whatever weapons were around them, some wielding incredibly sharp spiked clubs, some gripping gleaming longswords, and others carrying heavy battle axes, and without hesitation, they raced toward the direction of the tribe.

As they ran, they kicked up clouds of dust, like arrows released from a bow, unstoppable.