Sousa and Qianye seemed contemplative after the fight, but the others weren’t idle.

Nighteye’s sword radiance spread out once again, only to be blocked by the Wall of Sighs. Brock stared at her, saying, “I’m your opponent.”

“You?”

“Correct. Even with a holy weapon, you’re not a grand duke just yet.” Brock pointed forward gently, producing several walls that blocked the incoming attack.

The demonkin duke stood in the air with one hand behind his back, only using the other to fight. A wall would appear with a mere pointing of his finger, which then would move and slash as he swung his arm.

As an ability that was close to the level of a great dark monarch, the wall of sighs had undergone variations in Brock’s hands. It could turn into a thick square for defense or a paper-thin sheet that could fly out and attack. This had exceeded the Jeruson family’s traditionally defensive strategies, showing signs of combining both offense and defense.

Awakening Dream’s attacks used to be indefensible, but they were greatly weakened after passing through the Wall of Signs. Duke Brock was able to take the attacks calmly even if they did land on his body.

Grand Duke Brock glanced down at the shallow cuts on his armor and smiled proudly, “As expected of a holy weapon, it could even damage my armor. Looks like winning against you won’t be easy. Then again, you’ve only recovered to the level of a duke. The Awakening Dream has been the Azure King’s weapon since ancient times. It might be in your hands now, but I doubt it would recognize you as the master. How many attacks can you launch with your strength?”

“Reynold…”

Brock said, “The Azure King was a respectable expert indeed. Unfortunately, he sacrificed himself for you people. That truly wasn’t worth it.”

Brock’s tone while talking about the Azure King wasn’t as irreverent as when he was talking to Sousa. Reynold had suppressed the Eternal Flame and the Masefield clan lord in the last battle. Even though he had done so by burning through his life, the battle had left the enemies full of respect for him.

At the mention of this matter, Nighteye’s gaze turned cold and her long hair began to dance about. Grand Duke Brock’s figure appeared in her eyes.

“The Eye of Destruction? It’s useless against me.” Brock sneered as he laid down a Wall of Sighs, effectively disrupting the attack.

Brock began to quiver after successfully blocking the Eye of Destruction. He wasn’t as confident as before, almost as though something wasn’t quite right. Sensing something, he looked up from behind the wall, only to find a boundless wave of sword radiance rolling toward him!

Brock was shocked out of his wits. This was Awakening Dream? It could be used this way?

He didn’t care how many slashes Nighteye had launched because there were at least eighty attacks if not a hundred. Whether it was a couple of slashes more or a few strikes less, it remained that he wouldn’t be able to defend against all that.

Now that Awakening Dream was in action, Brock knew that it was useless for him to hide or evade. The only thing he could do was block.

In the blink of an eye, his hair and beard stood on end as demonic energy gushed out of his body. Four Walls of Sighs appeared in front of him, the most he could produce before the blade arrived.

The sword radiance was like a raging tide. It crushed the four walls in an instant and swallowed up Grand Duke Brock.

The demonkin was still standing as the blade radiance scattered, seemingly unharmed. It was just that his gaze was filled with helplessness and regret.

Nighteye’s aura fell sharply as she used up almost all of her blood energy. Grand Duke Brock, on the other hand, was in a fairly good state—laying down all those walls in hurried succession didn’t even drain three parts of this demonic energy.

Yet it was the grand duke who was laughing bitterly. “How did you do that?”

Nighteye patted Awakening Dream. “I was the one who lent Reynold this sword.”

Brock was stunned in disbelief. “So… that’s how it is.”

The demonkin leaned forward ever so slightly, then toppled over. The moment his body hit the ground, his armor shattered into many pieces and vanished. Yet, there wasn’t a single wound on his body. With nothing left to restrain them, the abundant demonic energy seeped out and scattered in every direction, finally fading away into the world.

Grand Duke Brock was a genius of his generation. He was just like Anwen in his earlier years, matched by few in the same rank. He wasn’t at a disadvantage even when he fought against experts at a higher level. That was why he had dared to fight Nighteye despite knowing she could kill ordinary dukes immediately.

Unexpectedly, he had grossly underestimated Nighteye despite his knowledge of her. Awakening Dream was notorious for being difficult to tame. He never would’ve thought that the sword was hers initially.

Nighteye had launched dozens of slashes during their showdown. Draining all of her blood energy in one attack, she managed to raise her attack power exponentially. Brock on the other hand could only utilize thirty percent of his power.

Nighteye’s dark golden blood energy was close to the darkness origins in grade. Duke Brock’s demonic energy was also pure, but it was still one grade inferior to Nighteye’s. It was near impossible for him to surmount this gap.

A hero of the demonkin race thus fell.

Sousa and Qianye were still contemplating at this point.

The two glanced over at the fallen Brock, and quite surprisingly, Sousa was neither angry nor surprised. There was even a hint of undisguised mockery in his eyes.

“I thought he’d only lose, who would’ve thought he’d die altogether. Looks like he’s never had a proper opponent all these years.”

“I thought you’d be worried about the disadvantageous situation.”

Sousa laughed. “I can pull out my real powers now that the hindrance is out of the way. I’ll be able to better explain things to the Demon King after I take your heads, lest he blames this on me.”

“Brock is dead, are you confident that you can kill us?”

“Why not? I was a bit worried about Nighteye at first, but she used up all of her blood energy to kill that idiot. Even if she does have a secret art, it’ll take some time for her to recover. This period is enough for me to kill you several times over.”

Qianye laughed. “You’re quite confident, aren’t you?”

Sousa laughed. “If you think that light feather ability can injure me, you’re wrong. Besides, there’s probably a limit to how many times you can use it, no?”

“You can try.”

“Of course I will, but it looks like your sword isn’t holding out very well.”

Streams of golden azure blood energy appeared in front of Qianye and condensed into an azure sword.

Howard appeared nearby, saying, “Use my sword. I’m too old to use it, anyway.”

Sousa was stunned as he gazed at Howard. “So you’re already this weak. Why are you running about instead of hiding in a blood pond? Are you tired of living?”

“We’re already in such a state, so what if I die? At least we’re doing better than the werewolves. You were humiliated in the opening of the new world, yet you run over once the Demon King gives you a bone.”

Every werewolf seemed to hate being compared to a dog. Sousa said with a gloomy expression, “Looks like our battle from back then didn’t change your baseless arrogance.”

Howard laughed, “I couldn’t beat you back then, but I didn’t lose either. You couldn’t even capture me as a great dark monarch. I heard you had a difficult time explaining it to the Wolf Ancestor.”

Sousa’s expression grew ugly. “It’ll be your turn once I kill this little fellow. I’ll make you suffer a long period of pain. As for her, the Demon King didn’t give me any specific instructions, so I guess I’ll have a taste of an ancient character.”

Qianye picked up Howard’s sword. “How can you be so shameless?!”

“What? Wanna kill me?”

Nighteye said, “Qianye, calm down.”

With a sinister smile, Sousa licked his lips. “Calm down? It’s no use. Unless she flees right now, she’ll fall into my hands sooner or later.”

Nighteye wasn’t angry. “I’ll recover if you keep blabbering.”

“Very well, since you guys want to die quickly, I’ll help you.”

Sousa arrived before Qianye in a single step and slapped down again, just like before.

He had just taken the step when Qianye’s figure flickered, about to escape the attack’s area of effect with Spatial Flash. Just as his silhouette was about to fade away, the gravitational power of that slap doubled all of a sudden, dragging Qianye out of his teleportation.

Qianye was shocked. Gazing at the mountainous palm descending upon him, Qianye got down on one knee and met the incoming attack with the azure gold sword!

A muffled rumble shook the land as Sousa’s palm struck the ground violently, producing a pit several dozen meters wide.

Qianye had disappeared, likely slammed into the ground by the attack. However, a sword tip appeared on the backside of Sousa’s hand. That azure gold blade was definitely Howard’s sword.

Sousa raised his hand with a muffled groan and plucked out the protruding blade. The wound closed up immediately once the weapon was removed; it didn’t even bleed. Qianye was still in the same posture at the center of the pit, except for the fact that he was now embedded in the rock.

Sousa’s eyes lit up as he lifted his right foot and stomped down on Qianye. Howard’s sword was extremely sharp, but such stabs could do little against the body of a werewolf great monarch. Additionally, sharpness usually accompanied fragility, so there was no telling how it would hold out after a couple of exchanges.

Qianye’s figure flicked away from the pit. Sousa let out a low growl as that terrifying attractive force appeared once again beneath his feet. Once again, he dragged Qianye out of his Spatial Flash and stomped down on him!

With a loud boom, the rocky clifftop sank down several meters. Sousa’s large frame also sank into the ground, a testament to how powerful that stomp was. It was as though a large warship had rammed into the ground. Sousa was known only for his body and strength, but he had cultivated to the extreme in these fields. Every movement of his was accompanied by earth-toppling power.

And they were on Dawn Continent, where the landscape was as hard as steel. On any other continent, Sousa’s stomp might’ve shattered an entire mountain.

However, Sousa didn’t seem all that delighted after the stomp. All he saw was a deep footprint in the ground, and Qianye was gone.

The werewolf great dark monarch looked up and saw a black feather flying straight at him.