There were simply too many werewolf soldiers gathered in formation. The training of a hundred thousand soldiers was proceeding in full swing. All the werewolves were passionate, young, and full of energy, an evident display of how formidable this fighting force was.

These soldiers were actually Qianye’s subordinates. Didn’t this mean he had control over an entire army? And it was an elite army, no less!

No one here was an idiot—they immediately added two and two together after recalling Qianye’s seemingly endless demand for military supplies.

The werewolves were fierce by nature. It wasn’t hard to imagine how strong their fighting power would be after undergoing rigorous training and equipped with Imperial gear.

Somewhat pale, Kong Yu barely managed to compose himself and said, “Sire Qianye, I prostrate in awe at your ability. However, the dark races are sinister by nature. You must be careful or you might be training them only to produce a source of misfortune.”

Everyone nodded in succession, but the werewolf chiefs and shamans were not going to take it lying down. That strong chief...