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Didn’t you?
Bai did not answer the question, but a chilling killing intent erupted from her.
"It seems I guessed correctly!" Tifet sneered, nodding thoughtfully. "Before her, Solomon was always on the edge of being excluded. If it weren't for her almost ancestral purity, perhaps Solomon would have been eliminated three years ago? But this makes sense; after all, not every Clan is willing to see Solomon rise."
"You know a lot," Bai stared directly at Tifet.
"Yes, but I didn't expect that the blood clan would have such clichéd conflicts," Tifet mocked. "Since you're not making a move, how do you plan to win?"
This question sounded strange because, no matter how one looked at it, the advantage was clearly on Bai's side. Although Mankui had been killed, Leopard was still carrying out the slaughter, and under Bai's restrictions, it was difficult for Tifet to escape and provide support.
At that moment, Mankui's corpse suddenly trembled a few times, blood flowed back from the ground into his body, and his blood-soaked wound in the center of his forehead began to heal automatically. Then… he got up!
However, Tifet showed no surprise at this terrifying scene. Mankui glanced at Tifet with fear, then looked at Bai before transforming into a shadow and darting toward Leopard.
This was Bai's response to Tifet.
"You think controlling me means you're safe?" Tifet chuckled inexplicably as he looked toward the Watchtower and sighed. "Then you might not have figured out who the real terror is here."
…
…
When Mankui stepped onto the battlefield, Sharg was already covered in wounds, with a gruesome gash on his neck from which blood continuously flowed. If it weren't for the guards fighting desperately to buy precious time for Yasthia to treat him, Sharg might have truly perished here.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, and everywhere one looked, there were piles of corpses.
In addition to the bodies of the guards, there were many dead male residents and even a few nobles… Everyone's eyes were bloodshot; as long as they could delay the enemy even slightly, it seemed any price was worth paying, including their lives.
Rody's eyes were filled with confusion as tears streamed down his face while he stared blankly at the corpse nailed to the wheelchair…
Beside him, Dostodoro stood next to Tutulu, his eyes filled with sorrow. Just moments ago, Tutulu had arrived with a large group of guards, many of whom were familiar faces to Rody. They often shared amusing stories with Dostodoro during their downtime while reporting to the mayor.
But now, they had all perished in battle.
On the other side, Leopard's face also showed signs of fatigue. Although dealing with these weaklings was effortless, the entanglement with that werewolf and the relentless wave of guards charging to their deaths finally began to wear him down.
“Mankui, you're too slow!” Leopard called out to his approaching companion.
“There were some issues; I couldn't kill that woman,” Mankui replied with a pout. “But according to the master's orders, no one is allowed to leave here alive tonight, so there's no rush to kill anyone... they're all going to die anyway.”
“Interesting. Do you have any potions left?”
Mankui pulled out two vials of light red liquid. After Leopard consumed them, his complexion instantly brightened, and his aura surged upward, nearly returning to its peak state before the battle!
“Really good stuff!” Leopard exclaimed excitedly.
The liquid in those vials was blood that Su Ye had diluted multiple times. Although it wasn't as precious as Embrace, it was a treasure for Mankui and Leopard. Not only did it significantly enhance their strength, but it also granted them unexpected abilities. For instance, Mankui's earlier “revival” was a benefit brought by Su Ye's Bloodline.
Of course, due to the low concentration of the blood, this ability could only manifest once. The cost was that their lifespans would be drastically reduced to just three years.
However, those who emerged from the Iron Battle Arena were all power-seekers—reckless individuals who cared little for their lives.
Turning his gaze, he saw everyone on the opposite side gathered together near the base of the Watchtower.
In the deepest part of the crowd, Yasthia was treating Sharg, while Mayor Tutulu and some Newbies stood nearby.
In front of them were blood-soaked guards and armed middle-aged residents; even nobles had taken up weapons and positioned themselves at the forefront!
There were no distinctions in ranks within the entire group; the severely injured and young ones stayed behind while any man with even a hint of combat ability stood at the front!
No more evasion, no more fear... Everyone was prepared for death in battle. Knowing they would sacrifice themselves, they still stepped forward without hesitation!
This is courage!
As Mankui and Leopard approached side by side, their fierce presence was terrifying. At that moment, a middle-aged guard removed his helmet, revealing a head with a gash, blood streaming down his face.
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
...
The guards roared, their powerful voices echoing throughout the Southern Suburbs! They were no longer fighting to protect or to survive; they were fighting for revenge, avenging their fallen comrades and the inevitable fate that awaited themselves!
When the last roar faded away, the guards surged madly toward the two figures, without a sound other than their heavy breathing and the clinking of armor.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Leopard and Mankui wore mocking expressions as they effortlessly toppled the front line of guards. Then, wielding their respective weapons, they unleashed an even more brutal massacre than before!
The Newbies watched the group of guards with numb and bewildered expressions.
Perhaps in the past, they had mocked these guards for being useless, earning stable salaries while only performing mundane tasks, fleeing in fear when faced with danger...
But now, witnessing their silent march toward death, a shadow of gloom settled over everyone's hearts.
The story of Moths Flying to the Flame sounded heroic.
Seeing it unfold in front of them was tragic.
At that moment, a deep voice emanated from the stone tablet.
"Isn't it helpless?"
"I want to fight but feel powerless to do so. I want to change the disaster but can't. I want to rush forward but can only hide in the back. It's frustrating, isn't it? But this is the helplessness of the weak, and it is also the meaning of becoming stronger."
"Reality brings endless blows. The way to avoid regrets is to continuously strengthen oneself. All compromises made with the current situation stem from your own weakness."
With a loud thud.
Newbies turned around and saw a towering figure slowly descending from the stone monument.
Yasthia felt a jolt in her heart, suddenly realizing something. She noticed that the massive vortex above was beginning to spin; the three-way balance had been achieved... Watchtower had been activated!
Countless streams of light surged up from the base, continuously flowing toward the tower's peak, where they were funneled into the vortex through a triple magic circle. In an instant, thunder roared, illuminating the entire night sky and revealing Garen's gloomy face!
At that moment, a familiar voice echoed from within the vortex.
"Garen? Are you there? Can you hear me? Damn it, it's so noisy! What happened over there? How are you doing? Are you okay?"
The voice belonged to Jarvan IV, his tone tinged with urgency as he clearly sensed the massive commotion in Southern Suburbs.
Garen hoisted Stormblade onto his shoulder and strode toward the battlefield.
The lightning illuminated his eyes, which burned like fire.
"Yeah, I'm ready to kill."
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