Chapter 175: The New Power of the Werewolves

"Mercy?" Lya’s voice was nothing more than a glacial whisper.

She tilted her head slightly, as if weighing the idea.

Then, her lips curled back, revealing her sharp fangs in a feral grin.

"Too late."

And she breathed.

A torrent of blue fire erupted from her maw, sweeping away what little remain...

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