Free Web NovelChapter 354: Chapter 345: All High-Ranking Members of the Vampire Clan
They awaited the development of the situation with a calm and composure that was beyond human.
Although the Vampire Clan’s system of Clans had long been abolished, the status of these Princes remained incredibly venerable.
They had once been the most powerful beings in their respective Clans. Even as time flowed silently on,
that glory and power remained deeply etched into the annals of history.
When these dozen or so Princes gathered, the very night seemed to freeze,
and an intangible pressure spread like a tide, inspiring a sense of reverence,
as if one were facing a pantheon of inviolable gods.
Just then, the Elders of the Werewolf Clan leaped forth from the pack.
They stood as tall and imposing as mountains. With every footfall, the earth trembled faintly, shouldering an unbearable weight.
As these Werewolves charged, they kicked up wind and sand,
resembling massive, steel-behemoth tanks hurtling forward at astonishing speed.
In their wake, grass and trees were flattened and stones sent flying, leaving a scene of utter devastation.
Their auras were violent and searing. They no longer held anything back, completely unleashing the primal power of the Werewolves.
The entire land began to tremble violently under the impact of this power,
and even the stars in the night sky seemed to be shaken by this ferocious aura, as if shuddering in anticipation of the great battle to come.
The Werewolves charged with near-frenzied abandon, sprinting with all their might toward the Vampire Princes.
Their eyes blazed with a thirst for victory and a fanaticism for battle.
It was a yearning that stemmed from the depths of their bloodline, an irrepressible impulse. Only in battle could they find the meaning of their existence.
The Vampire Princes, however, watched all this unfold with an almost detached indifference.
Their gazes were deep and serene, as if everything before them was already under their control.
They knew the true contest had only just begun.
Under the light of the moon, the Elders of the Werewolf Clan—
these most powerful beings in the Clan besides the Clan Leader himself—were displaying their power in a heart-stopping fashion.
Their lupine bodies, massive and majestic, stretched over ten meters long. Their forms writhed rapidly in the night,
and every muscle, every bone, emitted a bone-chilling sound of realignment.
It was nature’s most primitive forging process,
sounding exceptionally jarring in the tranquil night, like a call from primordial times.
As their bodies changed, great clouds of white mist billowed from them like a mysterious fog,
shrouding the area in a hazy veil.
The white mist was like a mystical veil, lending the Werewolf Clan Elders an air of mystery.
Concealed within the white mist, the members of the Werewolf Clan began their transformation.
Their forms gradually rose, shifting from bestial shapes into the true appearance of Werewolves.
Once their transformation was complete, each member of the Werewolf Clan had taken on a humanoid shape,
but their hands had extended into claws of metal as hard as steel.
The claws glinted coldly in the moonlight. Every swipe tore through the air,
producing a deafening, piercing sonic boom that was utterly stunning.
That sound was the roar of the Death God, enough to make one’s heart stop in fear.
As for the Werewolf Clan Elders, their garments were more like tribal relics.
Each was inscribed with totems that represented their spiritual symbols.
These totems were portraits of the strongest members of the Werewolf Clan throughout history—symbols of their power,
and the embodiment of their faith.
Every garment carried the wisdom and power of countless ancestors,
making the Elders appear all the more majestic and inviolable.
When the Elders began to move, their speed was incredible.
In the blink of an eye, as if they had teleported, they charged right in front of the Vampire Princes.
Their movements were swift and powerful. Every swipe of their claws challenged the very limits of the air.
The air seemed unable to withstand the pressure of their claws; space itself was torn asunder,
leaving behind black fissures that resembled entrances to an abyss, devouring everything around them.
The scene was both terrifying and bizarre, a clash of raw power and savagery,
nothing short of a feast from Hell.
