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he were looking at a fool.

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“Hahaha, this must be the funniest joke I’ve ever heard, someone claiming they can make us werewolves pay and shatter our ambitions to dominate Aro, utterly ludicrous!”

Indeed. in Tyler’s view, the werewolves‘ might be something beyond Gilmore’s comprehension, let alone the notion of crushing their ambition.

That was utterly impossible in Tyler’s view.

Gilmore merely smiled. “Is that so?

“You’ll soon see that what I say is true.

“Also, while you still can, you might as well laugh a bit more.

“Otherwise, once you turn into corpses, even if you wish, you won’t be able to laugh.”

Upon hearing this, Tyler’s face suddenly turned grim.

Arrogant, exceedingly arrogant.

In Tyler’s eyes, Gilmore was someone whose arrogance knew no bounds.

His words clearly conveyed to Tyler that he would soon be nothing more than a dead body, which ignited a surge of anger in the sub–chief.

“Boy, no matter how wild you get, you can’t stand against our werewolf clan, and now I’ll send you straight to hell!”

Right after these words filled with murderous intent, Tyler launched an attack with the silver trident in his hand towards Gilmore on the cliffside.

Swoosh!

The air tore apart as the weapon shot forward.

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Tyler wielded his silver trident, releasing three beams of silver light that shot towards Gilmore on the cliff. The air trembled with the ferocity of the attack, and an awe–inspiring murderous aura filled the heavens and earth. With a thunderous crash, the silver beams struck the cliff, causing it to collapse in a cloud of dust and debris. However, Tyler realized that even though his attack had demolished the cliff, he couldn’t see Gilmore’s fallen figure His gaze could penetrate the billowing dust and even the collapsing rocks of the cliff, but Gilmore was nowhere to be found, which puzzled him deeply.

It seemed impossible. His silver trident was an emperor level spiritual weapon, and with his own emperor level strength. even if Gilmore had comparable power, he should have been gravely wounded if not dead.

But after his strike, Gilmore had vanished withou

a trace, an eerie occurrence indeed.

Thus, Tyler immediately commanded the surrounding mid–level werewolf chiefs, “Search below, find that boy.”

The mid–level leaders responded in unison. “Yes, sub–chief

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Hearing the voice. Tyler, all the mid–level leaders, and the tens of thousands of werewolf warriors looked up to the sky in

unison

There, hovering about several tens of feet above, stood Gilmore, who had inexplicably moved to a higher position. He stood suspended in the sky, a mocking smile on his face, looking down at Tyler and the werewolves below.

Sharp light flickered in Tyler’s eyes, but his heart was filled with shock, “How did the boy, who was clearly on the cliff just moments ago, not die when the cliff collapsed under the assault of my trident?

“What’s more astonishing, how had Gilmore evaded the trident attack without me noticing a thing?”

It could be said that no one, not even Tyler, knew how Gilmore had silently ascended above all the werewolves in the sky.

For Tyler, this unsettling sensation of being unable to track his enemy’s movements was more than uncomfortable.

It meant that Gilmore could appear behind him at any moment, ready to strike a fierce and stealthy blow

With this thought, Tyler’s eagerness to eliminate Gilmore grew even stronger.

“Boy, you won’t escape today!” Tyler gritted his teeth and commanded all the werewolves, “Attack together, kill him!”

At Tyler’s command, the air filled with war cries.

Tens of thousands of werewolves, along with dozens of mid–level leaders, swarmed forward, launching an onslaught toward Gilmore.

However, at the heart of the encirclement, Gilmore, facing the incoming flood of werewolves, remained unflustered. As the werewolves were about to close in on him, a spark flashed in Gilmore’s eyes.

A grand and majestic aura emanated from him.

He swiftly formed hand seals and chanted an incantation.

With a thunderous roar, the sky trembled.

Above, in the void about three hundred feet up, a sudden burst of golden light appeared as if a fierce sun had taken its place in the heavens.

The golden rays illuminated the sky for 30 miles around.

All the werewolves attacking Gilmore were enveloped by this celestial light, looking as if they were coated in a layer of gold. Then, all the werewolves could clearly see the source of the golden light – a massive circular wheel spinning slowly in the sky, emitting a force so powerful it took their breath away.

They felt an indescribable sense of looming danger that set their hearts racing

Despite recognizing the impending threat, they had no idea how to counter or even dodge it.

At that moment, with a sizzling sound, the werewolves realized their wings were inexplicably smoking, and then, flames began to emerge.

And the flames spread with terrifying speed.

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By the time many of the werewolves realized it, they had already lost one wing, while the other wing began to smoke and

catch fire as well.

Eventually, all the werewolves whose wings were ablaze felt searing pain and began to scream in agony. “Ahhh”“

But even as their wings turned to ashes, the werewolves‘ misery didn’t end there.

Their hands and feet started to smoke and ignite too.

Soon, the tens of thousands of werewolves in the air could no longer focus on attacking Gilmore, as they were overwhelmed by the fire consuming their bodies.

Witnessing his legion in flames and writhing in pain was beyond shocking for Tyler.

How could that be?

His forces were burning inexplicably, tortured by immense suffering, and he felt utterly helpless.

His eyes brimmed with boundless hatred, and his hands clenched tightly.

Gilmore had become the focus of his immense loathing,

Swoosh!

With a swift motion, Tyler unleashed his silver trident, striking like lightning. The trident erupted with ferocious energy. piercing the air, its murderous aura surging forth, intimidating the very heavens and earth.

And the target of this fearsome weapon was none other than Gilmore.

Facing the incoming trident from Tyler, Gilmore’s gaze remained as calm as still water, as if he hadn’t even noticed the attack.

Swoosh!

Tyler widened his eyes with lethal intent as the trident in his hand surged with a formidable aura, its power and energy terrifying to behold.

He unleashed his full strength in an attempt to annihilate Gilmore in one fell swoop.

The trident was moments away from piercing Gilmore through, threatening to chill his heart with its deadly point.

However, in the blink of an eye, Gilmore’s right hand moved as fast as lightning, seizing the center prong of Tyler’s trident. Surprise flashed in Tyler’s eyes. He hadn’t expected Gilmore to dare grab his trident with bare hands.

But this was exactly what he had hoped for.

This foolhardy young man, not realizing the extent of his own folly, dared to grab his trident with his hand.

Tyler was confident that with his emperor level strength and the emperor level spiritual weapon in his hand, Gilmore was courting death by grabbing the trident.

With this thought, Tyler exerted all his strength, desperately trying to thrust the trident forward.

Even if he couldn’t pierce Gilmore’s heart, he intended to at least cripple Gilmore’s hand.

As time ticked by, after a strenuous effort lasting several minutes, Tyler found that he couldn’t push the trident even a fraction of an inch further.

It was as if the trident had taken root in Gilmore’s palm.

Moreover, not only was Tyler unable to thrust the trident, he was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, his face turning pale

Eventually, Tyler realized that if the deadlock continued, he would exhaust all his energy and possibly even be killed by

Gilmore

So. Tyler changed tactics.

He withdrew his left hand from the trident and struck out towards Gilmore.

As he launched his palm strike, a tumultuous green glow, like raging flames, could be seen in the center of his palm. Seeing Tyler’s approaching hand, Gilmore responded with calm precision. He then swiftly struck out with his other hand.

Bang!

A thunderous noise erupted.

Instantly, Tyler felt an overwhelming force, like an ocean’s tide, emanating from Gilmore’s palm.

He had no chance to react before he was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

And as he was flung away, his trident remained in Gilmore’s grasp.

Tyler managed to stabilize himself in the air after being thrown back several tens of feet.

By then, his hordes of werewolves, burning in the fiery blaze, had almost all been decimated, screaming as they plummeted into the depths of the dark chasm below.