"This beast, what immense strength it has!"
Qin Yang's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stared at the sinister werewolf, whose entire body was covered in pure silver fur, towering like a tree, wielding a bloody axe.
His own strength was not insignificant, but the werewolf transformation of Prince Brandon clearly possessed great power as well.
"Young friend Qin Yang, let me assist you. This werewolf's strength might not be inferior to that of a Huaxia Celestial Spirit Realm fighter."
Nangong Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, a serious expression on his aged face, as he spoke.
"Alright."
Qin Yang nodded; he was not the type to be pretentious, nor did he harbor any notion of one-on-one combat—that would be childish.
