"Now everyone is digging a pit for werewolves. Don't let them out." Allen shouted and kicked a werewolf into the pit.
In a daze, werewolves rushed down and bit the soil.
Francis and the others were stunned.
But at this time, a group of people came out. They were the other party's team.
They immediately understood what Allen meant. Without any mercy, they tried every means to get werewolves out of the pit.
Francis was the tallest and even a little burlier than werewolves. With his left and right hands, he grabbed two werewolves with one hand and threw them in as if he were throwing a chick.
"Don't let them run away, these bastards." A voice of abuse came from the bottom of the pit.
"Humph!"
Jett snorted coldly, cut the werewolf with his sword, and pushed it down.
The werewolf happened to land on the speaker and smashed it down.
The man angrily ended the life of the werewolf with the dagger in his hand and kicked it away. He glared at Jett at the top of the pit.