With a hint of melancholy, Wei rose into the air above the watchtower and headed towards the city walls of the imperial city.
A million werewolves instantly turned into dust in the air.
Countless people in the imperial city felt as if they were dreaming.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that a person could be this powerful.
It was as if he was a real god.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
At this moment, on the city walls, the king also felt as if he was dreaming.
The Senior he respected the most was not only the ultimate mage who had killed the werewolves and Zhebe, but also the angel who had destroyed the million werewolves with three strikes.
At this moment, he finally understood why Senior had only whipped him and not destroyed the throne.
Perhaps in the eyes of Senior, his actions were just child's play.