"Damn scum!"
Brandon roared angrily, wielding the Bloody Axe, as he charged toward Nangong Feiyang.
However, Qin Yang wouldn't let Brandon have his way.
"Your opponent is me!"
Qin Yang sneered coldly, his figure flickering, the icy white light of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword shining brightly, as a fierce Sword Aura slashed towards Brandon.
Brandon had to turn and engage in fierce combat with Qin Yang, but the werewolves below suffered heavy casualties, gradually decreasing in number.
Finally, only seven or eight werewolves were still fighting, but under the siege of Nangong Feiyang and others, these seven or eight werewolves were also in a miserable state, being slain was only a matter of time.
"Bastards, you despicable people of Huaxia, you're forcing me!"
Prince Brandon roared, staring fiercely at Qin Yang.
"Elder Andrew, open the Magic Box, take out the Parasite Stone, summon Queen Fizna, and devour these Huaxia people."
