John quickened his pace, urgency sparking in his eyes.
Deep within the palace, a fortified cage held a brood mother from the Hunters, relentlessly using a soul skill to torment Avis.
Agony from the soul attack tortured Avis, pushing him to the brink.
He roared furiously, "Damn it, when my master arrives, he'll tear you all apart!"
Boom!
Across the hall, another cage held Behemoth, who pounded against the iron bars in rage.
John's anger ignited instantly.
The Shadow Clan elite beside him, oblivious to the shift in mood, smirked with satisfaction, "See? I told you everything's under control."
"Not for long," John replied coldly, his tone dripping with killing intent.
Suddenly, the two upper-tier god-level Shadow Clan elites burst into the room, realizing the imminent threat. "He's a problem—kill him!" one shouted.
"What?" The guard beside John barely had time to react before John struck.
Boom!
