Outside the valley, Umor smiled slightly when he saw Ezra's figure appear. With a wave of his hand, the numerous disciples surrounded the prince and began to approach. Finally, he stepped into the valley and walked towards the werewolf.
"Junior brother Ezra has some good techniques. You nearly managed to hide from us." Umor stood in front of Ezra as he spoke with a smile.
Behind him, Denise was also looking at Ezra with a sneer on her face and joy filling her eyes. He had finally fallen into her hands.
Seated atop the boulder, Ezra gazed at the twenty or so Blood Slaughterer Peak disciples surrounding him, as his gaze lowered slightly. "Your peak must think quite highly of me to have sent so many of you. Oh lord! I am scared, what should I do? The entire sect will condemn you for overwhelming a rising star."
