In an instant, the werewolf force, which had been tightly packed together, dispersed and spread out like a vast net towards their target.

After a while, the werewolf scouts stared intently, their expressions tense and focused as they repeatedly scanned the steep cliffs and dense undergrowth on both sides of the canyon, not missing any corner where enemies might be hiding.

They moved cautiously, sometimes crouching down to carefully examine the marks on the ground, and sometimes standing on tiptoe to gaze into the distance.

However, after a thorough search, he found no sign of any ambushing human forces.

After confirming that it was safe, a werewolf scout looked up to the sky and let out a long, deep howl.

The howl seemed to be a command, quickly relayed to the waiting troops at the rear.

Upon receiving the signal, the other werewolves sprang into action, working in perfect unison and covering each other as they slowly made their way through the narrow canyon passage.

Some werewolves, carrying shields, led the way, while others stayed behind to guard the surroundings. The entire group moved in an orderly fashion.

Just then, heavy footsteps and noisy shouts came from afar—it turned out that the main force of werewolves had finally arrived at the edge of the canyon.

These enormous, hairy werewolves plunged headfirst into the canyon without hesitation.

Since scouts had previously thoroughly explored the area and ensured there was no danger, the werewolf leader was confident in the safety of the canyon. With a wave of his hand, he decisively ordered the main force to quickly pass through the canyon.

In this way, thousands of werewolves formed a column that stretched for miles, like a giant dragon winding its way forward.

They marched forward with firm and powerful steps, a mighty force on their heels. Every werewolf warrior's face radiated confidence and courage, as if they firmly believed they were about to achieve a great victory.