Through the beast-like eyes of the mask, the old Wizard saw the captives shrouded in black fog, who, to others, appeared to be going insane, frantically biting themselves and those around them.
The reddish mist spread out, merging with the black fog, and the violent fluctuations gradually subsided.
Seeing this, the old Wizard finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued his interrupted communication.
Where is that wolf with the awakened bloodline...
Everyone thought the incident was nearly over. Unexpectedly, the Wizard started convulsing without warning, then stumbled and fell backward.
None of those present, not even Warwolf, had time to react. However, sensing the Wolf God's power vanish, he hurriedly rushed over to help the old Wizard up.
With just a slight movement, the wolf-bone mask shattered, revealing an aged face, blood streaming from its eyes.
"Great Sorcerer, are you alright?!"
