The races lowered their heads and kept silent, not daring to make a noise lest the Devil King chose to vent his rage on them.
However, not all the races were afraid of the Devil King's overbearing attitude.
"What is he raging for? It isn't like the supreme clans were the only ones that had lost promising youths." From the Werewolf side, a brown wolf glanced at the Devil King in disdain.
The latter's voice wasn't low and neither did it hold any fear, making the surrounding races look up at him in admiration. They themselves were held back by the chains of fear.
However, that didn't prevent them from appreciation the bravery of the beast.
Daring to speak within the presence of the Devil King, only a member of the Werewolf tribe was capable of such an act.
