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    ---- Chapter 3021 Howls erupted across the wastnd. Werewolves, vampires, and grotesque sirens surged forward under Kan''smand. Their roars filled the air as they charged at Andrew and Nyx. No one had expected things to turn hostile so quickly after the sanctuary entrance closed. Everyone not involved in the fight immediately backed away to a safe distance. Among the retreating crowd were a few of Andrew''s old acquaintances. Waylon''s disciple, Ezekiel, was one of them.


    Andrew had crippled this man back in Holtrien, yet here he was, moving with surprising agility as he quickly put distance between himself and the chaos. "Mr. Sloan told me to wait for him in the Ounds and not make any rash moves," Ezekiel muttered to himself. He nced back at Andrew, now surrounded by dark warriors, and a cold smile crept across his gaunt face. He hissed, " Andrew, I''ll let you live for now." Unlike the dashing man he once was, Ezekiel had be apletely different person, now cold and ruthless. Before long, he vanished into the distance without looking back.


    ---- Ona ridge overlooking the ins, three attendants clustered around a young man, watching Andrew and Nyx battle the dark warriors below. The young man, Vance Titoria, had an unsettling expression on his face. Dressed in wooden sandals, he smiled faintly and said, " Andrew Lloyd from Holtrien... I never thought I''d run into him here. I hope you don''t die too easily at the hands of these vile creatures. I want to test myself against you soon." One of his attendants spoke up respectfully, "Prince Vance, we should leave.


    Lord Kan''s rtionship with our nation isn''t exactly friendly." Vance snorted coldly. "Let''s go. If I didn''t have important business to attend to, I wouldn''t fear Kan in the slightest." Vance was Eastonia''s crown prince. When word spread that The Veiled Paradise''s entrance had opened, powerful warriors from Eastonia hade rushing to investigate Down below the ridge, near the edge of the abyss, Andrew stood calm with his greatsword in hand. He swung once, and a massive de of energy tore through the air. In an instant, over a dozen dark warriors were ughtered.


    Nyx moved like a ck phantom, circling Andrew as she struck with lethal precision. When she finally stopped beside him ---- again, eight dark warriorsy dead, blood spraying from their throats. Kan''s sinister expression showed a flicker of surprise. However, he quickly barked out another order, his voice devoid of mercy. "Keep attacking!" He did not care about the werewolf warriors dying, much less the vampires and sirens. Before long, high-ranking werewolves began transforming, their savage howls echoing across the ins.


    Massive wolf-like creatures dropped to all fours and charged at Andrew and Nyx with ferocious speed. The vampires bared their fangs, spreading their bat-like wings. The sirens, though the weakest faction among the Dark Trinity, were no less vicious or bloodthirsty than werewolves and vampires when it came to sheer brutality. Yet to Andrew and Nyx, these hundred-plus dark warriors were no different from livestock waiting for ughter. Andrew''sbat prowess had grown so immense that even Christopher had suffered at his hands. Hence, these dark creatures did not stand a chance.


    Godyer, swept out in wide, devastating arcs, brought forth anguished cries as bodies fell one after another. ---- Andrew drove his sword straight through the skull of a massive werewolf, and the creature let out an iprehensible howl from deep in its throat before its towering body copsed to its knees. Then, Andrew stepped past without even ncing down, his gaze fixed on Kan in the distance. He pulled his de cleanly from the werewolf''s skull, yet not a drop of blood remained on the steel. The sword had absorbed it all!


    The massive werewolf corpse copsed to the ground, unmistakably dead. "Word across the Wastnds is that Reginald''s son, Andrew, has risen to power," Kan said, striding toward Andrew with measured steps. His face showed no emotion except cruelty and cold determination. "They say you''re leading Dragonfang and sweeping through the Ounds. But in my eyes, you''re still weak and green. Since I dared to ambush your old man, what''s, stopping me from killing you? Kid, you''re dying here today!" The moment he finished speaking, Kan broke into a sprint.


    Halfway through his charge, he transformed. His body swelled to three times the size of an ordinary werewolf warrior, a ---- monstrous figure standing over 15 feet tall with ck fur bristling like steel needles and fangs as hard as tempered steel. Kan threw his head back and roared at the sky. The mushroom clouds overhead seemed to churn in response to his overwhelming presence. Nyx''s expression changed, and she moved forward to fight alongside Andrew. However, Andrew''s voice cut through the tension, calm and firm. "You don''t need to help me.


    Deal with the other trash; this beast is mine." Being called a beast was the ultimate insult to werewolves. Though they took on monstrous forms when transformed, their minds and intelligence remained intact, sharper and more cunning than most humans, in fact. Kan red with rage. His thousand-pound bodyunched into the air, covering over 30 feet in a single bound before crashing down toward Andrew''s head with crushing force. Andrew took a deep breath, feeling the power coursing through every fiber of his being, as if it would explode outward at any moment.


    He had been craving this kind of high-intensitybat. "Perfect!" Andrew roared, swinging his sword in a direct, devastating arc. ---- An energy shield flickered across Kan''''s fur-covered body, deflecting the de. His massive w mmed into Godyer with tremendous force. Though Andrew blocked with his sword, he was pushed back over 300 feet before finally stopping. A deep trench now scarred the ins where he had been driven backward. Kan''s maw opened ina vicious snarl. "I''m nothing like Victor or Giuliano.


    I''m one step away from bing a Werewolf Prince, what you people call peak martial god level. Kid, no matter how talented you are, I''m going to tear you apart!"