"Netherworld King, you will die tonight!" Having received the news, Rob III was excited. If he could kill the Netherworld King, his achievents would be immortalized in werewolf history alongside the great ancestors!
"Elder Dracula, welco the great Rob III, purifying the bloodline for our Blood Clan!" The Blood Clan Guards who ca to report stood respectfully below Rob III, speaking sycophantically.
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Within the Blood Clan territory, Hades had already received secret reports. He tightened his grip on the Netherworld King’s Fang. Tonight, everything depended on it. As long as he caught them off guard, Rob III would surely die!
Just then, suddenly, the castle where Hades resided began to tremble. Hades’ mouth curled slightly; the prey had taken the bait.
"Netherworld King, I’ve heard of your great power. Today, I, Rob III, wish to battle with you!" A mighty voice spread through, containing unmatched power, causing even the air to tremble.
Hades lightly waved his hand, signaling his people to retreat. In a face-off with a top-tier strongman like Rob III, they could not help him.
"Hmph, Wolfman King, how daring of you to co and cause trouble on my Blood Clan territory," Hades said softly.
The guards outside couldn’t stop Rob III’s figure. In a flash, Rob III appeared before Hades, scrutinizing him carefully, remaining extrely cautious.
"I rely ca to see how powerful the fabled Netherworld King is, able to sit upon the throne of the Netherworld King with mixed-blood qualifications!" Rob III’s face was stern, eyes like eagles, swiftly scanning Hades from head to toe.
"You have indeed lost your strength!"
Rob III suddenly said, visibly excited. He had just tested the Netherworld King with his aura, discovering that under his suppression, the Netherworld King’s face beca pale, and his body trembled.
If in the past, how would the Netherworld King behave like this? There is only one explanation; the Netherworld King has lost his strength!
This invigorated Rob III, suppressing his inner excitent. Today, the Netherworld King will surely die by his hands!
After Rob III finished speaking, a flash of panic appeared on Hades’ face. She feigned composure and said, "Lost my strength, you say? If you’re capable, co and duel with ; let’s see who truly dies today!"
"Hahaha, Netherworld King, stop with the verbal gas, today, I will cut you down!"
Rob III’s figure suddenly flashed, leaving an afterimage where he stood. The air shivered slightly, and in an instant, Rob III was in front of her. In Hades’ eyes,
there was a hint of panic, all caught by Rob III, solidifying his belief that the Netherworld King had lost his strength!
Seeing Rob III’s fierce attack, Hades showed so panic, but inside, she was extrely calm, waiting for Rob III to approach her before unleashing that fatal strike!
Though her powers diminish on the full moon night, beneath the Netherworld King’s Fang, even a strong Wolf King cannot resist. She just needs to wait for the right mont.
Suddenly, a glint of cold light erupted in Hades’ eyes; the mont had arrived!
With Hades’ thought, the Netherworld King’s Fang left her palm, hitting towards the nearby Rob III.
Seeing the sudden change, Rob III thought to himself, "Not good," realizing the Netherworld King was fearless and had prepared for his attack!
Boom!
A huge explosion instantly resounded, deafeningly loud, with the shock wave sweeping the entire Blood Clan territory. Watching from afar, Elder Dracula and others had a sudden change in expression.
The castle turned into ruins in an instant, with dust obscuring the view. Hades watched the front nervously; the Netherworld King’s Fang could only be used once. If it didn’t kill Rob III, she would be in danger.
However, seeing the imnse power of the Netherworld King’s Fang, Hades sighed slightly in relief, thinking Rob III should be dead. Under such trendous power, no one could survive.
At that mont, from the smoke, a wolf’s howl suddenly sounded, a terrifying voice erging from the smoke!
"I will have you dead!"
A giant figure suddenly rushed out of the smoke, a massive wolf paw descending from the heavens, with imnse power shaking the earth beneath it, causing it to tremble.
"Impossible!" Hades exclaid, shocked. Under the Netherworld King’s Fang’s attack, Rob III should not have survived!
"If not for bringing the Wolf Clan’s secret treasure with , I might have been killed by you!"
Rob III’s voice was icy cold. As the smoke cleared, his figure was revealed, looking terrifying. Even with the treasure’s protection, he was heavily injured, his fur singed,
and in so places, his bones were exposed, showing the formidable power of the Netherworld King’s Fang!
Hades never expected Rob III to withstand the Netherworld King’s Fang’s attack, her face showing panic, unwilling to give her any chance to strike, already attacking ferociously!
From the void, wolf claws continuously reached out, their sharpness unimaginable, easily breaking through Hades’ defenses. Rob III was desperate, willing to pay any price to end the battle swiftly.
"Great, the Netherworld King will die!"
Watching from afar, Elder Dracula and others exclaid excitedly. The Netherworld King had unexpected trump cards, but fortunately, Rob III had blocked them!
They were celebrating their victory; once the Netherworld King died, the Blood Clan would beco entirely theirs, achieving victory at a minimal cost.
"Trouble,"
Hades thought it was bad. Unable to kill Rob III with one blow only provoked his beastly nature. Now, he fought desperately, a tense and stalemated situation.
"Just die!"
Rob III roared, unmatched power emanating from him, causing those watching nearby to bow down, overwheld by his kingly aura!
He reached for Hades’ throat with his hand, the wolf paw radiating dazzling light, directly bypassing the space between them!
Despair appeared in Hades’ eyes; after preparing ticulously for so long, was this how she would lose? Regrettably, she couldn’t help him.
Just then, a Sword Gang shot through the sky towards them!
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