The Raksasa King turned around when he heard Amastan’s voice.

 

He let out a relieved and emotional smile when he saw his son. “Haha! God forbid!”

 

He glanced behind Amastan and asked, “Why are you by yourself? Where’s your brother?”

 

Although his second son, Amastan had great strength, he was too impulsive. Hence, he favored his eldest son, Alaric, and only he could take over his throne.

 

Amastan was unhappy that his father was asking about his brother the first thing upon meeting him. He felt annoyed.

 

He wondered which part of him was inferior to Alaric. Why did his father always think that Alaric would be the next Raksasa King?

 

He suppressed his anger within and tried to put on an upset look. “Father, Alaric… something happened.”

 

He wiped a tear pretentiously and continued, “The Nine Continent army raided us yesterday. Alaric went to the battlefield himself and suffered grave injuries from Darryl Darby of the Nine Continent. He succumbed to his fatal wounds…”

 

“What?”

 

the shock and his eyes reddened

 

was a one-of- a-kind prodigy in Raksasa Tribe and yet he had

 

Spit!

 

he spat out

 

comforting him. “Father, what had happened has happened. Those from the Nine Continent are sly, despicable, and hateful. I swear to murder every single one

 

as

 

Raksasa King had broken both his legs and his blood was all

 

Jian had continued their battle on the platform for one whole day after falling into the abyss. He had lost both his legs whereas Yang Jian’s heart vein had been

 

me up there and destroy the platform. Yang Jian is hiding

 

“Hmm!”

 

eyes circled but he did not move. He released his hand from the Raksasa King

 

anymore since his legs were broken. There was no point in helping him to get back. He would not

 

“Amastan, you…”

 

Raksasa King frowned and asked weakly, “What

 

Phew!

 

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