Chapter 175 175: Run

The Kingdom of Wolves... A once prosperous nation that was bathing in blood at the moment. There were dead bodies littered all around.

Most of the Kingdom had already been destroyed, with the brunt of the onslaught being taken by the Royal Family.

Almost all the Wolves were killed, except two. Vor and Razil were the only ones who were still fighting on the battlefield of blood.

Right before Razil's eyes, his home was destroyed, and his people were killed. Vor did all that while fighting him, and he couldn't even stop the guy.

All he could do was be tormented by his weakness. This person wasn't an ordinary Werewolf. He was a fighter who was stronger than Razil.

As they fought more, Razil realized his initial assumption was wrong. This person... He was actually Vor, which explained why he hated their Kingdom so much. In fact, his anger was so overwhelming that he didn't even listen to any word that was being said.

There was no mercy on Razil's heart as he fought. Instead, there was only hate... A hate to destroy everything, even if it meant marking the Werewolves go extinct.

Razil had never felt this weak in his life. Even as he stood before Atlas, he didn't feel this weak. It was only now that he realized just how strong the warriors of the past were.

Razil was bleeding. There were wounds all over his body. In fact, his entire fur had turned red due to blood, yet he didn't give up fighting

He still had hopes that maybe he could stop Vor, who was out for revenge for his past.

Vor was also injured, but it was the last thing he could care about.

His eyes were filled with Bloodlust as he attacked again, sending Razil flying back while leaving a scar on his face.

"You are destroying your own people! Why do you want to make Werewolves go extinct? Why do you destroy our home? To help the Werewolves!" Razil roared, balancing himself in the air while landing on the ground safely.

"The Empire that is made on the blood of my Pack! It's better if it ceases to exist altogether! Not just the Werewolves, it's time you all died! You all became so drunk in power that you didn't hesitate in destroying whatever you felt threatened by!" Vor roared. "This time, I'll give you a reason to feel threatened!"

"Not just you; I'll destroy everyone else as well! The Vampires, the Witches... Everyone who had a hand in it, they shall all go extinct! I will remake the world without you!"

Vor attacked again, but this time, Razil didn't take the attack. Instead, he jumped back and attempted to leave.

If Vor's goal was to destroy them and everyone else, he couldn't let him succeed! Vor had the blood of his people in his hand. Razil believed that if he died here, then no one would be able to stop Vor and destroy him! He needed to stop Vor, and he couldn't do it alone.

He needed more help! He didn't worry about his death, but he did hate the thought of dying before killing Vor.

To stop him, he decided to look for another backup. Even in the past, their people had stopped Vor with the help of the Witches. That's what he decided to do again. Now that he had realized that he couldn't succeed alone, he understood what he had to do.

Instead of fighting Vor, he ran back to the Castle.

Not only did he need to get away from Vor, but he also had to get inside his Castle, where he had something that could help him.

"Coward!" Vor chased after Razil.

The battle had changed into a chase where Razil dashed ahead, and Vor chased him.

Vor finally entered the castle, but he didn't stop. He kept running and only stopped when he reached a secret chamber. In his hurry, he just broke the door and entered the hall.

A beautiful yet majestic formation was lying in the middle of the hall. It was the same formation that was also in the Franc Clan. It was also what was used by Zhang to take Atlan with him.

Razil returned to his real form and landed on the formation, waiting for it to activate.

Vor also arrived in the hall, returning to his real form.

He looked at the formation on which Razil was standing.

Razil looked down in shock. The formation wasn't starting for some reason which was strange! Why wasn't this formation working?

As he was lost in thoughts, Vor appeared right before him, grabbing Razil's throat, smacking him on the ground.

The beautiful formation could be seen cracking as a crater developed under them just from the sheer impact.

Razil also attacked, but Vor was faster. He grabbed both the arms of Razil before placing his foot on Razil's chest. He pulled Razil's both arms with his full strength behind it.

"Arghh!" Razil roared in agony as both his arms were ripped off from his shoulders.

Vor's foot also pressed against his chest with such force that he felt his rib cage crack.

"What I'm doing now... I should've done this a long time ago! Instead of living in peace, I should've destroyed the Kingdom! My family would still be alive if I had done it! I'm too late!"

"But even then, I'll destroy the lineage of the ones that destroyed my life and my lineage."

"That was in the past! You can't punish me for the mistake of my ancestors!" Razil roared. "It won't bring your family back!"

"I am not here to change the past! I'm here to send everyone who wronged me to hell! Don't worry. More people will be joining you on your journey!"

Vor thrust his hands inside Razil's chest, grabbing his still beating heart.

Rip~

Vor ripped out Razil's heart, crushing it right before Razil's eyes before tossing it away.

Razil's life force weakened. His heart was taken away. His vision started getting darker. Soon, he wasn't able to see anything.

"You... Demon..." His last words reached Vor before his eyes closed. Razil had died.

With Razil's death, the prosperous Kingdom of Wolves also died. The once peaceful and powerful Empire that survived the era of Progenitors was destroyed at the hands of one of their own...

All the Werewolves were killed... At least the ones that were in this place. If there were some alive, then that was only because they had escaped, not caring about their dignity.

Destroying the Kingdom of his own people, Vor looked at the roof, roaring at the top of his lungs.