In the blink of an eye, the fortress the Moorland werewolves had spent an entire month building was drowned in a sea of fire. A large number of werewolves and laborers could be seen running about in flames.

In truth, over half of the werewolves had managed to escape the fortress, but the blaze raged on and the miserable cries of the dying werewolves could not be suppressed. The will of these bloodthirsty werewolves soon collapsed, and all they wanted now was to flee for their lives.

They wanted to run, but the only exit was the door.

The werewolves made a beeline for the portal, only to find that a steady stream of people was coming out of it. From the looks of it, that was a new squad that just so happened to be entering the new world.

The new werewolves hadn’t even recovered from the discomfort of the spatial tunnel when their senses were filled with fire, heat, and the sound of explosions. They also noticed countless werewolf soldiers rushing past them and into the door.

That was just the beginning. Chaos befell the “door” in the blink of an eye as soldiers from inside squeezed out and the ones outside started pushing in.

The worst part was that the chain of command had been...