The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

In just a short amount of time, the situation became increasingly grave. Rufus' mobility was severely hampered, while the two vampires who were attacking him were only marginally injured. They not only had extraordinary strength, but also displayed excellent teamwork, as if they had received extended training to fight against Rufus.

Rufus' wounds had seriously affected him, and the bandage wrapped around his chest was now stained with blood. The two vampires seemed to outperform him.

The vampire standing directly in front of him also noticed his struggle. His lips curled up into an arrogant smile and he mockingly said, "I didn't expect the strongest werewolf leader to experience such a wretched day. I think I'll give you a decent death and transform you. What do you think? It will be interesting to turn the lycan king into a vampire." With a thunderous expression, Rufus remained silent and extended his arm to block the attack.

Evil smiles lit up the vampires' faces, and they exchanged glances as they slowly moved in tandem to get closer to Rufus. They synchronized their movements efficiently. It was clear that they wanted to force Rufus off the cliff.

Rufus' chest had probably popped open again from the vigorous movement, and blood gushed out, completely dyeing the

rushed to the trees closest to Rufus, racking my brain for a solution. I couldn't go any closer to him. If I did, my scent would reach him and he would discover I was around, which was the situation I

my anxiety so high that beads of sweat popped up on my forehead. Rufus was in a very bad state and wouldn't be able

show up in front of them, so I had to conceal myself behind the tree and secretly mobilize my black witch

quickly used witchcraft to control their movements. However, Rufus noticed this as well. He spun around and shouted in the direction I was

I became the target of his sharp gaze. Perhaps my quick reaction aided in saving me from being discovered, but he kept shooting looks

vampires and werewolves had created various stenches of flesh and blood. Rufus might not be able

me.

carefully poked my