Chapter 107: The White Moon Werewolves Ambush

As they closed the distance between them, Stark focused on the timing at hand, his entire thoughts and focus on his surroundings.

The beam of the werewolf was way more deadly than anything a mere level 65 mob could ever hope to achieve, meaning that there was some other power at hand, something much more powerful that aided it to become much stronger than it should be.

Or maybe it was just since he was in a Nightmare-Level rift?

~CRASH, BOOM~

The trees, the path, anything that came in contact with the beam, which seemed to never stop, would be destroyed.

Even the 'Victims Of Sierra' seemed to disappear when hit by the attack, although Stark believed that was only because the trees they were behind were cut.

But even through that…

~FWISH~