Salute To The General

Torn by his choices, Moab fell into deep thought.

Since the werewolves had enraged Gammon, there was little chance of survival if they continued to stay in Remdik.

As a result, the option to move to Ariarica was indeed an attractive proposition.

Gritting his teeth, Moab finally came to a decision.

Looking at Max, he replied in a deep voice, "Fine, I agree with our collaboration. The Shadow Fang tribe will help you dispose of Nathan. In return, you will grant us permission to establish a new home in Ariarica. We will be ready to do our duty whenever the nation calls for it."

Max answered approvingly, "Very good, Moab. You have made the right choice. May we have a wonderful partnership ahead of us."

He extended his hand toward Moab as he spoke.

Moab reciprocated with his wrinkled hand and shook Max's hand.

The moment they got a grip on each other's hand, Max narrowed his eyes and squeezed discreetly, sending a massive surge of power into Moab's hand that seemed to be capable of shattering it.

With a glint in his eye, Moab, too, unleashed a torrent of energy to counter Max.

intense battle for

see if the latter was powerful enough to kill

too, intended to showcase his

the midst of their struggle, cracks could be heard from beneath their feet. Hairline

expression had been replaced with one that was exceptionally

his eyes brimming with

of energy shot through his wrist toward Moab, whose eyes

Shamans beside Moab, who were worried about him, began chanting

Amidst the Shamans' chants,

turned red as a crimson mist began to envelop his body. Not only

defensive initially by Max, Moab began to

Boom!

to nine steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

fact, he had never lost a battle before, earning him the title

Elder of the werewolves was indicative of

was convinced that