“Great Chief!” The surrounding werewolves were shocked, but none of them dared to stop him. The Wolf King’s ferocity was as notorious inside the tribe as it was outside.

The king himself turned a deaf ear to the voices around him as he absorbed the ancestral power. The great shaman’s body trembled constantly as his face sunk in and his eyes became dispirited. The Wolf King only let go of the totem when the werewolf was almost unconscious.

The great shaman fell gasping to the floor and couldn’t clamber back up no matter what he did.

The Wolf King’s expression was frigid, his body suffused with a dark red glow as he glanced at the tribesmen around him. “I will not allow anyone to trample the glory of our tribe, the dead must be avenged! Now, let us go into battle, I will lead you as we tear our enemies apart! The ancestors are with us!”

“The ancestors are with us!” All the werewolf soldiers roared, and the army accelerated its march.

The great shaman in the vehicle was soon forgotten. If he couldn’t recover from this ordeal, the tribe would soon have a new great shaman. As the previous great shaman hadn’t managed to transfer his ancestral power, there was little...