"Curtis, this joke is not funny at all."
Prince Barrello stared at Curtis, his brow furrowed, his voice carrying a trace of gloom.
"Your Highness, this matter is hard for me to believe as well, but according to the intelligence we have gathered, Prince Brandon, Elder Andrew, and sixty Wolf Race elites under their command were all indeed killed in Huaxia. The entire Puro Resort has become a wasteland, not a single member of the Wolf Race escaped."
Viscount Curtis spoke with an incomparably grave expression.
"That kid's strength is so formidable that he could even slay a prince of my Wolf Race?!"
Barrello's handsome eyebrows twitched, his eyes still filled with intense shock.
It was known that the Wolf Race princes were incredibly powerful and long-lived, just like Barrello, who had lived for over two hundred years.
Before he drank the Divine Liquid, his strength was only slightly better than Brandon's. He never imagined anyone could slay the mighty Wolf Race prince.
