The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 111 Into The Mist

?<In the Devastated Forest>

Ezra was blown away by the attack.

However, the moment he was blown backwards, the prince's sleeve shook as a flash of a myriad of colours shot out. Its speed was akin to lightning, swiftly appearing in front of Salom Uqually.

It was a shining wind ball that was several feet wide. Light and wind rapidly swirled within it, while the faint sounds of sparkling light and howling wind could be heard with a slight touch of rumbling thunder

Berserk energies spread from the ball.

Salom's pupils shrank slightly.

"Glittering Wind and Light."

An almost inaudible voice was gently spat out from Ezra Zephye's mouth.

~BOOOM~

Wind and light exploded. Even though Salom immediately used his spiritual energy to shield himself, he was still blasted till his shield shook violently as he staggered a dozen steps back.

His sleeve had been burnt and shredded, his blood churning slightly. Showing that he was injured, his expression had become exceptionally stormy.

Because this was the first time he had been beaten back by Ezra Zephyr. This was simply unacceptable to him. The one who was once an ant in his eyes had unknowingly gained the power to shake him.

Intense killing intent flashed in Salom Uqually's eyes. He could feel that Ezra Zephyr is growing far too fast.

"Before we had entered the Spirity Bailiwick, a single punch from me could heavily injure and even kill him.

And yet, I had sent out the same punch just moments earlier, but the only thing it had achieved was forcing this bastard back a little. He must have found something extraordinary in Spirity Bailiwick." Salom said to himself.

In fact, the latter had even found an interval to counterattack, catching him unprepared and injuring him as result.

If this continued, it would not be long before the once ant-like existence grew strong enough to face him directly. The thought of such a scene made killing intent practically spew from Salom's eyes.

He could not imagine it, because it would finally touch the forbidden fear in the deepest recesses of his heart.

Almost material killing intent surged around Salom's body, sweeping up the surrounding lives. It was as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.

However, Ezra paid no heed to Salom's killing intent. His rapidly retreating figure did not stop even for a second, while he made a sign to Baron with the hand behind his back

The current situation was too unfavourable to them. Ezra was not afraid of Salom, he had the power to beat him. What Fenrir warned him about was the invaders of the upper realm, they were acting as Salom's partners while their power far surpassed the likes of Salom Uqually. Each one had the power to fight apex genius alone, the earlier clash with Reema was the proof.

Reema was still watching from the side, and there was an even more dangerous youth in loincloth. The power he felt from the latter was even higher than what he felt from Fair Sword of Humanity, John Stark.

In addition, his sharp senses had already detected that the mana was faintly beginning to gather around the youth in loincloth.

~EEEE~

The Icy Sparrow was finally freed by Baron. It immediately shook its wings, transforming into a flash of icy light that swept up both Ezra Zephyr and Baron, before shooting into the fog without any hesitation.

Meanwhile, the youth in loincloth called Rolo Aur had just stealthily lifted his hand only to be stunned. He could only watch as the two humans and the beast was cast into the fog, disappearing from sight.

Rolo Aur said in amazement, "What a sharp guy!"

Ezra had realised the moment Rolo showed signs of secretly preparing to make his move. Thus, the former decisively chose to withdraw, and even into the fog. As such, they would also have to enter the fog if they chose to chase.

Salom's expression was ominously dark. It felt as if he had been played.

Rolo Aur remarked, "This foe of yours is no simple individual. He is clearly only at the Qi Brightening stage, but even Reema was forced to admit defeat."

Salom Uqually was expressionless as he looked towards Rolo Aur. "Are we chasing? John Stark and all of the Bloodfang Kingdom will surely voluntarily seek us out if he is captured. Not to mention that spearman, he is the aid of elf princess Farrie Holaleth, the apex genius who saved John Stark."

Rolo Aur chuckled. "If they truly are so magnetic, it will save us some effort. We'll chase then. Although that werewolf guy is quick-witted and chose to hide in the fog. He does not know that the fog is not a hindrance in my eyes." Rolo grinned a little.

At that time a voice rang in his head, a thick voice filled with dignity. "Rolo, that man is very dangerous. He gave me strange familiar feelings, either kill him quickly or do not engage with him at all."

The eyes of Rolo Aur were squinted in ponder. "I will keep that in mind..." said Rolo to his martial spirit.

A strange light surfaced in his grey pupils as a tear of blood dripped from the corner of his eyes. The world before him began to change, the layers of mist receding as the figures of two humans and a beast brightened in his sights.

"That way. Let's go." Rolo's finger stretched out and pointed in a certain direction.

Salom was the first to rocket forward, his figure quick as lightning as he gave chase, while icy murder surged in his eyes.

"Ezra, you will not escape this time! I will no longer give you any opportunity to grow. That's why this place will be your grave!"

~SWWIIIISSSH~

The sound of rapidly travelling wind suddenly sounded within the thick fog as a blue figure swept past. Icy winds blew, freezing the leaves on the nearby trees.

Within the blue light was an enormous ice bird, while Werewolf Prince and Elf Spearman were seated on its back.

Ezra's brows were slightly furrowed as he looked behind and mumbled to himself, "The youth in loincloth should be the one who joined hands with Salom Uqually to injure John Stark, Rolo Aur. He is indeed no ordinary person."

Although Rolo had yet to do anything earlier, Ezra's bestial senses could feel that the level of threat he posed was way higher than that of Salom's.

Salom, Rolo plus Reema. The line-up on the other side was clearly much stronger than Baron and him. That's why Ezra did not entertain any thoughts of taking them on but instead planned the use of the clash with Salom to decisively escape.

"Ezra, we've entered the fog. It will disrupt our senses, making it very troublesome." Baron was rather worried.

The prince shook his head. "We had no choice. A single second later and they would have unleashed their full power to stop us. If we were trapped, it will be extremely unfavourable. Only by entering the fog can we try to shake them off."

Baron angrily gnashed his teeth. "Those bastards, taking advantage of their numbers. When we join up with her majesty and the rest, just see how ruthlessly I'll kill them!"

He was the genius of Elfpatria, an empire of elves. How could he suffer the indignity of being forced to flee?

Ezra smirked, his gang was more terrifying than any current force in Spirity Bailiwick. Ezra ordered everyone to find Argus Woska, that's why he was alone fighting without any of aid, he was assured that not even upper realm invaders can kill him if act with his brain.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled his earlier clash with Salom Uqually, remembering how boldly he said to give back the territory of Tribbain Kingdom to Emily Jomez.

"Haha, I wonder how he is feeling now?" The corners of Ezra's mouth curled.

~SWWWIIISSHH~

Ezra's expression suddenly changed as he looked towards the dense fog behind them where faint ripples could be seen. "Baron, increase the bird's speed. They've come chasing."

Baron was startled. "Even after we entered the fog? Are they not afraid of losing their bearings?"

The prince calmly replied, "It seems that I've scared them too much, and they are now very determined to get rid of me."

Baron lightly patted the ice bird each pat poured a certain amount of light mana, immediately causing it to release a clear cry. Its wings flapped, cold force exploding behind it as its speed rapidly soared, transforming into a blur that swiftly shot forward.

Not long after the ice bird transformed into a blur and disappeared into the distance, the mist began to ripple as three figures emerged.

"How fast." Salom Uqually was expressionless.

The vortexes in Rolo's eyes swirled as he indifferently said, "That werewolf has very sharp senses. His bloodline and martial spirit should be pretty strong, allowing him to sense our approach. But don't worry, he can't escape."

His gaze suddenly turned to another direction and flicked his finger. A ball of mana exploded, transmitting peculiar waves.

Soon after, the mist in that direction was torn open as a figure emerged. It was another apex-level genius of the upper realm who came with Salom and Rolo and went somewhere in mid-battle.

"Karl, how did it go?" Rolo looked towards the youth.

The baby face Karl grinned as he nodded. "He was pretty good and had a very tough body. However, he is killed. The other one went inside the fog"

Rolo's grey eyes scanned the area as he indifferently said, "No rush, none of them can escape."