CHAPTER 1330: CHAPTER 1330: BLOOD CLAN WEREWOLF MASSACRE

"You..."

At this moment, Craig felt an intense fear. Harran had gone completely mad, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body.

Someone like him was simply not his match! Although he had reached the level of Martial Saint, he was still just a junior Martial Saint!

But Harran had long been a terrifying existence among the Martial Saints, even able to stand on par with the Evil God!

Faced with such a terrifying figure’s madness, Craig simply couldn’t cope.

"Escape!"

In a flash, Craig made up his mind. Running away now would certainly bring severe punishment from Rob III, but as the Werewolf Clan’s top warrior, he could endure some punishment. Losing his life would mean losing everything.

Whoosh!

Craig’s legs exploded with a terrifying force, causing the ground to crack violently as he leaped past the werewolf warriors behind him, retreating rapidly.

"Leader..."

The werewolf warriors who charged with Craig were all stunned, frozen there, unsure of what to do.

This was the time to charge! According to their nature, no matter how insurmountable the mountain ahead, they would never stop charging.

But their leader had fled! Moreover, he ran without a word, retreating abruptly. Many werewolves were at a loss.

Xiao Zheng was originally rushing towards Harran, preparing to attack from front and rear with Craig, but the situation was unexpected, so he waved his hand to temporarily stop everyone.

"Heh heh..."

At this moment, however, Harran sneered. Dare to flee in front of him? No one could escape from the Blood Prince!

"Netherworld God..."

Harren uttered an ancient syllable-like tone, and with this sound, black Gang Qi continuously surged from within him, eventually coalescing into the gigantic image of the Netherworld God again.

"...of the Wings!"

With a final roar, the enormous shadow of the Netherworld God behind Harran abruptly spread its huge black wings, causing a wild wind to rise instantly.

Whoosh...

With the sound of the fierce counter-wind, Harran’s body shot out like black lightning, suddenly appearing behind Craig.

Feeling the coldness emanating from behind, Craig’s hairs stood on end, and the fear in his eyes deepened.

This Harran... caught up with him so easily!

What should he do now?

If he continued to flee... he might be torn apart by Harran!

Despite everything, Craig was a Martial Saint. At this critical moment, he quickly understood the reasoning: to ensure his own safety, he needed to adopt an aggressive approach, temporarily blocking Harran’s attack to find the final opportunity to escape the battlefield.

Boom!

With this in mind, Craig’s eyes flashed fiercely. He suddenly stopped his fast-moving figure forward.

Swoosh!

His nails rapidly grew longer and darker, in an instant shining with a chilling gleam like ten sharp blades.

"Harran, die for me!"

With a roar, the muscles in Craig’s waist suddenly erupted with tremendous force, and then, twisting his body, he drove his arms, slashing a captivating arc in mid-air as his ten blade-like nails targeted Harran!

Such an attack, even a Martial Saint one rank higher than Craig, would dread it and change color, the attack power was too terrifying.

Harran, however, coldly laughed.

"Is this all you are capable of?"

As soon as he finished, his voice turned cold, like a devil’s voice emanating from Hell, chilling to the bone.

"Armor of the Netherworld God!"

Boom!

The Netherworld God shadow behind Harran, at this instant, made a clattering sound. Then, during the violent surge, it turned into a black suit of armor, emitting a metallic cold light, appearing extremely tough, enveloping Harran completely.

Clang!

Clang clang clang clang!

A series of crisp metal clashing sounds resounded at this moment as Craig’s ten blade-like nails struck Harran’s armor.

In that instant, the collision between the two ignited a shower of sparks, almost lighting up the night sky.

"Ah..."

Subsequently, Craig let out a hoarse and wretched howl.

His ten blade-like nails, all broke upon contacting the armor! The broken nails flew skyward.

"Craig, I’ve already said, I will tear you apart alive!" Harran’s icy voice resounded at this moment.

Previously defeated by Xiao Zheng, he fled in haste. Although furious with Xiao Zheng, he could accept it, as Xiao Zheng was an opponent of the same caliber. Being defeated by such an opponent was no disgrace.

But Craig, daring to attack while he was wounded—a lowly beast daring to challenge a noble Blood Prince with an attack!

If successful, Harran would become a joke in Blood Clan history, killed by a werewolf far weaker than himself.

This was unbearable!

At this moment, Harran’s intent to kill Craig reached its peak.

"So... prepare to meet this end."

Harran said with an icy voice, his body shook violently as a more intense black Gang Qi erupted from within him.

"Rage of the Netherworld God!"

With a roar that seemed like the Demon God’s, the shadow of the Netherworld God behind Harran expanded further!

Boom!

A moment later, with a thunderous crash, the Netherworld God shadow almost became tangible, with its giant hands reaching out to grab Craig.

"Ah..."

Sensing the mortal peril, Craig gave a wretched scream, his body erupting with booming sounds from within.

"Even in death, I’ll take you with me!"

He was, after all, a werewolf, ferocity being intrinsic. At this moment, under the threat of death, this ferocity was utterly provoked.

Boom!

Accompanied by a final deafening roar, his body burst into crimson flames! The flames blazed brightly, painting the sky a vivid red.

"Die with me."

Craig, with blood-red eyes, roared aggressively, charging at Harran like a giant red meteor.