Salute To The General

A few werewolves dashed forward in Nikola's direction.

He let out a cold snicker. His right hand reached for the corner of his cloak and waved it casually.

The cloak somehow formed a shield, sending gushes of strong wind in the werewolves' direction.

The werewolves were sent hurling in a projectile.

Nikola sniggered. "Weredogs will be weredogs. Your filthy race has nothing on vampires."

The werewolves were vexed by his remarks, and a number of powerful fighters were about to teach the insolent vampire a lesson. However, Moab's voice rang right then.

"How dare a mere baron of the vampires tries to stir trouble in my turf?"

Though Moab's voice was not loud, it reverberated through the crowd.

Nikola shuddered upon hearing his voice. The smug look on his face disappeared, and he appeared to be writhing in pain. Moab's voice had shattered his very being.

He clutched his chest in agony as he staggered to steady himself. However, in the end, Nikola stumbled to the floor.

witnessing his downfall cheered

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