Looking down upon the defeated Beastmen, Ling Hong suddenly realized that Luoten had grown old.
He could kill him with a single move.
The Clan Leader who had once seemed so tall and imposing in his mind now looked like a beaten dog—dejected and pathetic. No wonder the man had always been so wary of him, so eager to eliminate him.
"I was wrong back then. I shouldn't have ostracized you, or slandered you…"
Luoten spoke with feigned sincerity under the immense pressure, trying to appease the furious, bristling Wolf Beast before him. "Now that things have come to this, we can try to reconcile. Merging the tribes is what our people have always wanted. I am willing to give up the position of Clan Leader…"
But as Luoten spoke, a sinister expression flickered across his face. Behind his back, his hands suddenly transformed into beastly claws as a ball of Demonic Qi condensed in his palm.
