National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Despite knowing it was merely a sculpture carved from jade,

when people stood before it,

they couldn’t help but feel an overwhelmingly fierce and oppressive pressure,

as if an invisible pair of giant hands

were pressing down hard on their chests, making it difficult to breathe, almost to the point of suffocation.

This oppressive feeling was tempestuous, sweeping over them like a tidal wave,

so much so that one couldn’t help but wonder,

’Is this sculpture truly made of lifeless jade?

Or is it actually some far more terrifying existence,

imprisoned by a mysterious and powerful force within this cold, hard jade shell,

bitterly struggling, just waiting for the moment to break free?’

The entire jade sculpture of the Werewolf

stood just like that—quietly and proudly in the center of the Ancient Castle’s tranquil courtyard.

It was silent and still,

yet it seemed to hold endless secrets and dangers, giving off a hair-raising feeling,

as if it could awaken from its slumber at any moment and bring death and destruction upon the Mortal World.

Within the castle,

enormous, incredibly muscular wolves shuttled back and forth, roaming about.

Their figures were everywhere, inside and out, a dense and teeming presence.

Their pairs of eerie green eyes

flickered with a strange light in the darkness, like will-o’-the-wisps, sending a chill down one’s spine.

Florian lay lazily on a chair,

wearing only a pair of pants,

his upper body completely exposed to the air.

His chest and back resembled a gruesome battlefield,

covered with crisscrossing wounds of varying depths.

These wounds, like fissures in the earth, recorded one painful assault after another.

They appeared to be recent, not yet fully healed,

and the edges of the wounds still bore mottled bloodstains.

Beyond the bloodstains, a dark, gloomy color faintly emanated.

It was a color deeper and more oppressive than fresh blood,

as if it were darkness welling up from the abyss, carrying with it endless, bleak despair.

Like the most vicious Curse, it lay dormant at the edges of the wounds, exuding a faint, bloody scent that chilled one to the bone.

Whenever the night grew deep and quiet,

that dark color would, like a writhing, monstrous snake,

squirm slightly at the edges of the wounds, carrying a strange and malevolent power.

Immediately after, the ghastly wounds that had just begun to close and attempt to heal

would be torn open once more by this force.

From the fine fissures, fresh blood would slowly seep out again,

like an imprisoned Demon that had finally found an escape.

This had been inflicted by the true master of the Vampire Clan during his fight with Florian, and it couldn’t be expelled from his body so easily.

Florian’s expression was as grim as a sky filled with dark clouds,

his mood extremely volatile and restless.

He had previously clashed fiercely with that true master of the Vampire Clan,

but he had never expected their strengths to be so evenly matched.

He hadn’t been able to gain the slightest advantage in the battle.

Recently, both sides had descended into a frenzied, bloody conflict, their struggle growing ever more intense.

Both the Werewolf Clan and the Vampire Clan had paid a heavy price,

suffering heavy casualties. This turn of events was entirely beyond Florian’s expectations.

His cold, vicious eyes were fixed on the Werewolf sculpture in the castle courtyard,

a complex light flickering within them, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After a long while,

he finally spoke,

his voice deep and hoarse. "Has Uzi from the Human Race Supremacy Association arrived yet?"

"Word came twenty minutes ago. Uzi has been picked up,

and he is now on his way to our Werewolf Clan’s castle.

Also, there is a small incident to report."

Behind Florian stood a young werewolf woman.

Her figure was graceful, yet her movements were extremely agile.

She bent down slightly and carefully placed a tablet computer into Florian’s hand.

Florian frowned slightly, tapped his finger, and played the video.

In the video, a man with a body so burly it was almost deformed

was frantically unleashing his twisted malice upon an ordinary young girl.

Throughout the entire process,

this abnormal man didn’t treat the young girl as a person of flesh and blood with a soul at all.

Instead, he saw her merely as a doll that had accidentally angered him,

and he was torturing her wantonly in an extremely cruel and pathological way.

"This guy, just like the name of the Human Race Supremacy Association, disgusts me to no end."

Florian handed the tablet back to the werewolf woman with a look of utter disgust,

his expression as if he had just witnessed the foulest thing in the world.

"Clan Leader, this Uzi from the Human Race Supremacy Association...

Back on the Black Continent Grassland,

he originally planned to kill the former Clan Leader of the Vampire Clan, Xiao Cangqing.

But something unexpected happened. For some unknown reason,

Chu He intervened and stopped Uzi’s actions.

Just as Uzi was about to be rescued, he was grievously wounded—half of his body was instantly turned to dust.

Although it’s unclear how he has been resurrected now,

is it really necessary for our Werewolf Clan to invite him here?

The strength of the Human Race Supremacy Association is indeed not to be underestimated,

and the power it holds is truly astonishing.

But as for Uzi alone, he doesn’t seem worthy of our invitation, does he?"

The werewolf woman standing behind Florian asked softly, her eyes full of doubt and confusion.