The surrounding Reincarnators, who looked on with feigned awe, would certainly not miss the chance to wipe them all out at once. After all, no one wanted to be inferior, and no one was immune to the greed for the tens of thousands of points held by these people.
Once they were dead, these people would still be the bosses of this City—at least they could live comfortably for another year or so.
"Huff... huff... Hunter, you truly live up to your reputation."
William wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice raspy.
If it weren't for the 400 points Lilith had bestowed upon him for enhancement earlier, he wouldn't have been a match for Fenrir at all. Despite both having an S-Level Talent, Fenrir was much stronger than him.
A werewolf-transformed body, whether in terms of speed, strength, defense, or endurance, was far beyond what a human could compare to.
Combined with those sharp wolf claws, it was practically a natural-born weapon.
"Your turtle shell is also quite tough."
Fenrir shook his injured arm, his bones making a slight clicking sound as they reset. The werewolf's powerful vitality was rapidly repairing his injuries; it wouldn't be long before he was completely recovered.
As a Hunter, Fenrir had gained a more direct understanding of a Reincarnator's power for the first time.
In the early stages, with both having S-Level Talents, even if there was a gap between a Reincarnator and himself, it wouldn't be too large. To truly pull away from the Reincarnators, it seemed he would have to wait until he reached an E-level rating and chose a class.
The two locked eyes. After a brief silence, Fenrir spoke first, his voice still carrying a wolf-like rasp.
"William, let's leave it at this for today. If you want them to submit, wait until you can actually defeat me."
Although it was only a draw, it wasn't bad news.
He needed time now. Once this show of force was over, the points paid by those Reincarnators would be enough to take his strength to the next level.
By then, William would no longer be his match.
And in the next World Movie Dungeon, once his comprehensive rating reached E-level, his strength would undergo a leap in growth. That would be the time to truly unify this City.
William looked at Fenrir. Having organized and built Apocalypse to its current scale, he also knew Fenrir's thoughts. Even if Fenrir posed no threat to Apocalypse, he would not give up on the plan for unification.
Shaking his head slowly, despite his significant injuries, William's gaze became even sharper.
"A draw? No, Fenrir, you've misunderstood one thing."
William looked at everyone around him, raising his voice to ensure all the Reincarnators present could hear clearly.
"Whether you submit or not isn't up to you, and it's not really up to me either."
Fenrir's wolf-brows furrowed as he looked at William. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his sharp wolf claws unsheathed, but he didn't strike. Instead, he spoke coldly.
"What do you mean?"
William's gaze swept over the uncertain Reincarnators before returning to Fenrir's face. He said, word by word:
"My leader's command to me was simple: consolidate the strength of all Players in the City before the next dungeon opens. Either incorporate everyone, or..."
William paused, a chilling light in his eyes.
"...or clear them all out! There is no third option!"
"I know you all doubt whether the leader of Apocalypse really exists."
The corners of William's mouth curled into a grin.
"I believe you'll find out very soon. I hope you can still stand steady when that time comes."
William knew that even if he unified the City's factions, he wouldn't be able to suppress these people—especially with a Hunter stronger than himself among them. Therefore, he needed the leader to personally appear and awe this group.
Only then would they yield, feel fear, and serve Apocalypse.
As for their sense of belonging, they would naturally become a part of Apocalypse as time went on.
William's words instantly sent a huge wave of shock through the members of Fang.
Doubt, fear, disdain, and curiosity—all sorts of emotions intertwined.
Does an SSS-Level Talent holder really exist? And just what kind of terrifying strength would they possess?
At the very least, both William, who currently had an S-Level Talent, and the Hunter Fenrir had reached the point where they could ignore firearms.
An SSS-Level Talent holder might very well be able to ignore artillery shells directly. At that thought, everyone shuddered.
They would rather believe William was just bluffing than believe an SSS-Level Talent Hunter truly existed.
Because once a being appeared who could ignore artillery shells, they would completely lose the ability to resist and would be reduced to slaves of Apocalypse.
A hint of solemnity and suspicion also flashed in Fenrir's wolfish pupils.
The toughness William displayed now was by no means a bluff; it was a certainty born of absolute confidence.
Could it be that, just as William said, his true backing was an SSS-Level Talent holder?
William looked at Fenrir and didn't continue speaking, but instead used action as an explanation.
Under the other's watchful gaze, William opened the chat channel and informed Lilith of the situation here.
At the same time, he also conveyed his views on the subsequent cleanup and integration after unifying the City.
Meanwhile, in the Cave engulfed by blood mist, Lilith opened her eyes. Four vertical pupils glowing with red light suddenly lit up.
Looking at the message sent by William, Lilith grinned, revealing her sharp white teeth.
She naturally understood what William was saying, so Lilith had already prepared to take matters into her own hands.
With this move, she needed to completely crush these people's resistance—and their hope!
Walking out of the Cave, Lilith unfurled her massive Bat Wings. Spanning over 18 meters in diameter, the Bat Wings, encased in an Exoskeleton, exuded a fierce power.
The next moment, a violent air current rose from the surrounding ground, and a powerful wind pressure dispersed the red blood mist. It lifted Lilith's body off the ground, and she shot straight into the high sky, locked onto a direction, and flew rapidly toward William.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Not long after William's message was sent, a whistling sound came from the sky at the edge of the City.
The sound grew closer and closer, quickly becoming clear and carrying a heart-palpitating pressure that blanketed the entire confrontation area.
For some reason, at this very moment, whether they were members of Apocalypse or members of Fang, they actually felt a shiver. A fear born from deep within their hearts spontaneously arose.
This fear was like that of an ordinary person facing a fierce tiger—no! It was more intense than a tiger. Facing a tiger, they would still know to run or resist.
But at this moment, they actually gave birth to the absurd notion that resistance was impossible.
Whether it was the elites of Apocalypse or the members of Fang, they all instinctively looked up toward the source of the sound.
Immediately afterward, their pupils shrank suddenly, and the color drained from their faces.
A shadow so massive it was beyond imagination blocked out the sunlight's glow.
She arrived in the sky above their confrontation and landed in the central clearing between the two opposing forces.
The ground gave a dull thud as she landed, and the dry ground kicked up a massive cloud of dust.
As the dust settled slightly, the monster's true form was completely exposed before everyone's eyes...