Chapter: 471
“You’re seeking death!” Her eyes were red from a mix of anger and embarrassment. She redirected her sword. toward her own abdomen, intending to deal a severe blow to Darkwrath through herself.
However, Darkwrath was obviously prepared as he pressed a finger onto a pressure point on her body. She let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground, her arm feeling so numb that she was unable to hold up her sword.
“Who… who are you?” she asked in shock and anger. She didn’t expect her opponent to be that strong.
“I am Darkwrath, ranked eighth on The Hundred Immortals.”
Realization struck Istrid, and her expression changed. It was no wonder he was so formidable–he was among the top ten highly skilled martial artists on The Hundred Immortals.
“Pretty lady, what’s the point of serving the Harmon family? You’d be better off with me. I’ll make sure you live luxuriously, and every night will be like our honeymoon!” Darkwrath licked his lips, smirking obscenely.
“How dare you!”
“You insolent bastard!”
Seeing their leader humiliated, the shadow guards behind Isfrid couldn’t hold back any longer and brandished their swords, charging toward him.
“Fools.” Darkwrath sneered and propelled out into their midst. With a swift motion, two steel claws extended out from his sleeves, piercing through the throats of two shadow guards. He then yanked back forcefully. painting the air with blood and flesh.
The two shadow guards let out an anguished shriek before dying an immediate death.
That wasn’t the end, as his steel claws continued to strike fiercely and relentlessly. Like a violent storm, he was unstoppable. In the span of a few breaths, the entirety of the shadow guards were left lying on the ground. Half of them were dead, and the other half were seriously injured.
“It’s over. It’s all over now.” Looking at the scene before her, Isfrid’s face turned ashen, and her expression was full of despair. She had barged in full of confidence, but she didn’t expect to encounter Darkwrath here. In terms of raw strength, ultimately, she was the loser.
“Allow me.” Dustin had somehow ended up beside her.
“You?” She frowned.
“I’m not even his match. What can you do? Leave immediately! Don’t throw your life away like that!” Even though she looked down on him, she didn’t wish for him to die in vain.
“Hey! I’m talking to you.” Seeing his lack of reaction, Istrid’s frustration grew.
“This guy is unpredictable. He’s also ranked in the top ten of The Hundred Immortals. You’re no match for him.
I’ll buy time for you. Escape while you can! When you get back, ask Mrs. Harmon to send a highly skilled fighter. Go!” She bellowed out her last word.
As the leader of team five, naturally, she wouldn’t leave her teammates behind and escape on her own. That was why she needed someone else to deliver the message.
“So what if he’s ranked eighth? He’s nothing but a mere ant.” With a frosty expression, Dustin pushed forward.
“Hey! Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? This is not the time to try to be brave. You’re never going to beat him. What you’re doing is sending yourself to certain death.”
Istrid was both anxious and angry. She’d never seen anyone so foolish to choose to light a losing battle. This guy was hopeless.
“Kiddo, you should have taken her advice. If you’d escaped earlier, you might’ve had a chance at living. But now, goodbye.” Darkwrath’s mouth curved up into a sinister smile. While he spoke, he licked the blood on his steel claws like a maniac.
“Where’s Natasha? Let her go, and I’ll let you live. Dustin ordered coldly.