The High Priest of the Wolf Tribe put his life on the line, but he was half a native, so the techniques he had grasped were really limited. Even if he wanted to throw everything on the line, there was not much he could.
He brandished the walking stick. This was indeed a Spirit Tool, but that was a tool that the Ancient Sun Saint had set for him to control the formation restrictions here. In terms of battle prowess… its help was very, very small.
Thus, though he was fighting with his life on the line, his battle prowess did not increase much.
"Go, he's already at the end of his line."
"Kill this old b@stard!"
"You actually want to kill us? How laughable!"
Everyone smirked coldly. Which one of them did not come from a noble background? Yet now, they were actually almost completely wiped out by an old Werewolf with a lowly status. This naturally was great hatred.