CHAPTER 1331: CHAPTER 1331: ROB III, WEREWOLF LEADER

"Childish!"

To this, Harren merely snorted coldly; he was on the same level as Xiao Zheng! Initial Stage Martial Saint Craig, even if he went berserk, what difference did he make in Harren’s eyes from an ant?

Bang!

Two arms of the Netherworld God shot out like black lightning, instantly grabbing Craig’s two arms, then fiercely tore them apart,

Crash...

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound, Harren ripped Craig into two halves, a rain of blood poured down from the sky.

In an instant, a dead silence fell over the field!

This Harren was terrifying to such an extent!

Only Xiao Zheng remained indifferent.

Such a method, he could naturally achieve as well, but doing so wasn’t worth the energy consumed.

If it were him, he could use a more exquisite technique, with less consumption, to kill Craig right there.

After killing Craig, Harren calmed down from his rage, turning to give Xiao Zheng a cold glance.

If Xiao Zheng acted right now, it might be dangerous, but Harren had already gone mad. If worst came to worst, he’d devour another vampire!

Such a secret technique could restore his power to its peak, but the side effects were enormous. Yet, to save his life now, he had no other choice.

Xiao Zheng also looked at Harren.

Their gazes collided across the vast distance, and everyone felt a suppressive and terrifying aura in that instant.

In the end, Xiao Zheng withdrew his pressure.

This battle, having reached this point, was not worth continuing; he might not succeed in killing Harren.

After all, Harren was no weakling, but someone on the same level as him, with wisdom and courage equaling his own.

Fighting head-on now might not achieve his goal.

Of course, more importantly...

Werewolf!

Behind him, there was still a werewolf lurking with hostile intentions. If he exhausted all his strength now, it would be like throwing himself to the wolves.

Xiao Zheng was no fool; he wouldn’t do something so foolish, so he had to temporarily let Harren go.

As for Harren’s heart... there would be opportunities in the future!

"Hmph!"

Seeing this, Harren snorted coldly and turned to leave. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Xiao Zheng really had been relentless, it would have been a real trouble; after all, Xiao Zheng was not a waste like Craig.

If Xiao Zheng had indeed continued to attack him, perhaps he would really have perished here tonight.

Seeing Harren leave, Borgia and the other vampires exchanged glances.

The scene of Harren draining Damon’s blood just now still lingered in their minds, and they were all afraid, wondering what if they were next?

Vampires cherish their long lives; hence, they are more afraid of death.

But then they thought of the Evil God behind them, considering it safer to follow Harren. Despite their fear, they followed Harren and left together.

The remaining werewolves stood there, bewildered.

They stood there, not knowing what to do.

Their leader was already taken down, and no one was there to give them orders. And ahead, there was the Evil God, a terrifying existence on the same level as Harren.

What to do?

Cold sweat unknowingly seeped from many werewolves’ foreheads.

Seeing this, Xiao Zheng coldly chuckled and said, "Aren’t you going to scram?"

The werewolves felt like they were granted amnesty and scurried away stumbling.

Long Qie asked, "Mr. Xiao, what should we do next?"

Tonight’s battle was supposed to be smooth, in Xiao Zheng’s grasp from the start, but the werewolf’s appearance disrupted everything, even allowing Harren to escape.

Xiao Zheng pondered for a moment, then said, "Let’s withdraw from here first."

Since even the werewolves had discovered this location, it meant their movements had been exposed. They needed to find a new hiding spot.

Once they found a new hideout, they would find a way to continue hunting Harren. No matter what, the Evil Eyes had to be cured!

Immediately, Xiao Zheng and his group hurried to Catherine’s hideout, planning to regroup and retreat to a new place.

...

At this time, Harren was already escaping from the city, having reached a forest.

He planned to return to his stronghold, where only within his castle did he feel safe.

However, just as he was about to pass through the forest, he suddenly felt a chill, as if some terrifying being had set its eyes on him!

"Who’s there?"

Harren immediately stopped, shooting a chilling gaze into the depths of the forest.

Borgia and the others were also taken aback. They hadn’t noticed anything amiss, but seeing Harren in such a state of alert, they knew they might have encountered a formidable foe.

Who was this formidable enemy?

Borgia and the others couldn’t help but speculate; the Evil God had given up their pursuit earlier, so it was unlikely to be him. That left the werewolves.

Among the werewolves, who could make Harren so wary...

Suddenly, Borgia, Suleiman, and the others widened their eyes in shock and horror.

"Haha, as expected of Prince Harren, your senses are indeed sharp." A voice with a light chuckle came from the forest.

Then, a man walked out.

It was a human male, dressed in robes of an ancient European emperor. He walked unhurriedly from the depths of the forest, with a calm demeanor and an air of worldly poise.

And seeing this person, Harren’s body instantly stiffened.

After a long while, he finally spit out four words with difficulty.

"Rob... III!"

His voice was filled with intense bitterness and despair.

He hadn’t expected to be intercepted by this person!

Rob III, the Wolfman King, a terrifying figure comparable to Hades, the inheritor of the Netherworld King within their Blood Clan.

His power had reached an apex, a realm beyond ordinary comprehension. No one could say just how terrifying this man was.

And with the enmity between the Werewolf Clan and the Blood Clan, it was perfectly normal for Rob III to appear here.

If he were in Rob III’s position, with a chance to kill a Blood Prince, he would never give it up.

"Are you here to kill me?" Realizing his fate, Harren calmed down instead and asked.