Very quickly, after the two Judicators relayed the message, they were certain—this Tang Zhong was undoubtedly the person their leaders were looking for.
At that moment, the crimson moon loomed in the sky.
A red aura shrouded the entirety of Mount Collins.
And as that red aura approached the bodies of the werewolves, it was completely absorbed into them.
The Wolf King stood there with a cold sneer, his entire body flickering with luminous light!
Though his severed arm had once bled profusely, it was now steadily regenerating.
A full moon alone strengthens the werewolves' power, let alone under the blood moon.
The Wolf King let out a feral howl, and as the crimson aura enveloped him, the blood within his body boiled violently, as though it would erupt at any moment.
His severed arm began to regenerate with the roar.
As the blood moon's energy intensified, a new arm grew out. Not only that, but even the scars inflicted by Tang Zhong earlier started to heal.
