His once robust physique became shaky due to the worsening injuries, and his breath, which had been strong at first, became weak and feeble, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

"Black Knife, why did you betray the tribe?"

"Black Stone, you dare to lay a hand on Young Master Heicang? Aren't you afraid that the Martial Saint will wipe out your tribe?"

"Black Rice, what are you three doing? Do you intend to kill the entire tribe?"

During the battle, Black Lightning roared and questioned Black Knife and the other two, but they ignored him completely because they were controlled by Chen Feng and could not oppose him. Everything was based on Chen Feng's orders.

"howl--"

"boom--"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, more and more sixth-rank black werewolves were lying on the ground. Some of them were killed on the spot, while others were only seriously injured.

Now, only five sixth-rank black werewolves remain, while four gray werewolves are left. Two of the fifth-rank gray werewolves have either died or been seriously injured in the fierce battle and are no longer able to get up.

"How dare you! Don't you know that Young Master Heicang is a direct descendant of the Black Netherworld King, the great-grandson of the Black Martial Saint, and one of the heirs of a super tribe?"

“You dare to collude with the human race and attack Young Master Heicang? If Young Master Heicang suffers even the slightest injury, your entire tribe will be wiped out.”

“They’ve made up their minds. We have to kill them. Even if we all die here, we can’t let them help us. Let our deaths relieve some of the pressure on you, young master.”

The auras of the five black werewolves and four gray werewolves had weakened considerably, and they were all seriously injured. Although there were still four gray werewolves, the remaining five black werewolves were only half a step away from the fifth rank, so they were stronger.