The sky gradually darkened, gusts of wind arose suddenly, and grass leaves scattered in the air.
"Next, who wants to meet their death!"
Ning Fan stood in front of the villa's gate, his expression gloomy, his killing intent overflowing.
Liu Lang abruptly came to his senses, and one of the men dressed in black took a few steps forward, his face clouded over.
"Dare to kill my brother, today this will be your burial ground!"
This person was Dark Wolf, one of the Seven Wolves, who had the closest relationship with Wolf.
Seeing Wolf dead, Dark Wolf was already burning with rage, wishing nothing more than to tear Ning Fan into pieces!
With one step forward, a low growl like that of a wild beast emerged from his throat, and his entire body visibly swelled.
In the blink of an eye, Dark Wolf transformed into a burly man nearly three meters tall, his body hair standing on end.
Bang!
With one step, a deep footprint appeared on the ground!
"Die!"