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.

an intense battle for supremacy was going on behind the

Moab to see if the latter was

too, intended to showcase

midst of their struggle, cracks could be heard from beneath their feet. Hairline cracks had begun to show on the

nonchalant expression had been replaced with one that was exceptionally

with

a gargantuan surge of energy shot through his

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

Amidst the Shamans' chants,

began to envelop his body. Not only

initially by Max, Moab began to turn

Boom!

eight to nine steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

lost a battle before, earning him the title of

was thrown back by an Elder of the werewolves was indicative

result, he was convinced that