Chapter 116: Caius

The battle quickly turned into a bloody mess as both armies clashed in front of the palace. The sound of swords hitting each other filled the air, while powerful energy attacks flew in different directions. Janet and Akeelah had already shifted into their wolf forms, joining the other warriors as they attacked the enemies.

Their huge wolves moved through the battlefield with frightening speed, knocking down demons and biting anyone who came too close. The enemy army had expected the werewolves to be easy to defeat, but they were beginning to understand that they had made a terrible mistake by coming here.

Alexander, on the other hand, was still in his human form.

He watched a demon rushing toward him and clicked his tongue in disgust.

"Hmph! You filthy creature isn’t even worthy of seeing my beast."

Before the demon could swing his weapon, Alexander kicked him hard in the chest. The demon flew backward and crashed into two others, sending all three tumbling across the ground.

Alexander shook his leg as though he had stepped on something dirty.

"Seriously? Is this what they brought to fight us?"

Another demon rushed toward him, but Alexander caught his weapon and pulled him forward before sending a powerful punch into his face. The demon fell, and Alexander stepped over his body without giving him another look.

A few meters away, an angry Demon Lord had finally found his target.

Caius was still standing in the same place, watching the battlefield as though he had nothing to do with the war. The Demon Lord saw this as an opportunity and raised his sword, rushing toward him with all his strength.

He swung the weapon toward Caius’s neck.

However, before the blade could reach him, Caius caught it with one hand.

The Demon Lord’s eyes widened. He tried to pull his sword away, but Caius’s fingers tightened around it. A small smile appeared on the Werewolf King’s face before he casually crushed the weapon with his bare hand.

The sound of breaking metal made the Demon Lord freeze.

Caius didn’t give him time to react. He grabbed the broken weapon, pulled the terrified demon toward him, and caught him by the neck. Lifting him off the ground, Caius dragged the sharp remains of the sword across his throat before throwing his lifeless body toward the enemies behind him.

Several demons jumped away as the body landed among them.

Caius looked at the remaining enemies. Five demons rushed toward him at the same time, hoping that attacking together would give them a chance. One came from the front, two from his sides, while the remaining two tried to attack from behind.

Caius barely moved.

He caught the first demon’s wrist and twisted it until the weapon fell from his hand. With one powerful movement, he sent the demon crashing into the others. Before they could recover, Caius grabbed another by the head and threw him into the air, then turned and struck the next one with a kick that sent him flying across the battlefield.

The remaining demons tried to surround him, but their attacks couldn’t reach him. He moved between them with frightening ease, breaking weapons, snapping necks, and throwing their bodies away as though they weighed nothing.

He hadn’t even touched his sword. Yet, the number of enemies around him kept decreasing.

The Demon Lords began to notice what was happening. Their expressions changed as they watched their warriors fall one after another. Some even started moving backward, unwilling to get close to the Werewolf King.

Caius looked at them with a raised brow. "What’s wrong? Weren’t you in a hurry to see me?"

Before anyone could answer, a powerful figure suddenly landed in front of him.

The ground shook beneath the impact, and the dust around them rose into the air. "Leave him for me."

Zeke had finally entered the battle. The remaining demons immediately moved away, leaving enough space for the two kings. Even the werewolves fighting nearby began paying attention to the powerful energy coming from them.

Caius looked at Zeke for a moment before raising an eyebrow.

Then he finally removed his sword from its place. "I haven’t even warmed up after sleeping for so long."

Zeke glanced at the sword and sighed. "So, you really want me to fight you, eh, Caius?"

Caius looked down at the weapon in his hand. A strange smile appeared on his face as his fingers moved across the blade.

"My sword hasn’t tasted blood for over two hundred years. Tasting demon blood shouldn’t be a bad idea."

Zeke frowned. "Are you crazy?"

He shook his head, clearly annoyed."It’s not as if you don’t know who betrayed you in your own territory. That’s how you knew we would come today. But I don’t want to fight you, Caius. Why don’t you join my side instead? We can rule the immortal races together. Imagine what we could achieve with the two of us leading the world."

Caius slowly raised his sword and placed the sharp edge near Zeke’s neck. He tilted his head, studying the Demon King as though he were trying to decide the best angle to cut him.

For a moment, it almost looked like he was practising.

Zeke stared at him in disbelief before pushing the sword away. "Are you even listening to me?"

Zeke’s expression darkened. "You shouldn’t have involved yourself with the witches. They will always betray you. You should know that better than anyone after what happened to your family."

Caius’s eyes became colder."Are you done talking?"

Before Zeke could reply, Caius attacked.

His sword moved so quickly that Zeke barely managed to raise his own weapon in time. The two blades collided with a loud sound, and the force pushed Zeke several steps backward.

His eyes widened slightly.

Caius hadn’t even given him enough time to prepare.

The Werewolf King followed with another attack, swinging his sword toward Zeke’s shoulder. The Demon King quickly blocked it, but the force made his arm tremble.

Caius turned his wrist and attacked again, this time aiming for his neck.

Zeke barely escaped by bending backward, and the blade passed close enough to cut a few strands of his hair.

"You forgot something," Caius said with a scoff.

He moved forward again. "All wolves are shapeshifters witches"

Zeke gritted his teeth and sent a powerful wave of dark energy toward him.

Caius raised his sword and cut through the attack, but the force still pushed him back a few steps. Before the energy could settle, Zeke appeared in front of him and swung his sword.

Caius blocked the attack, and the two weapons remained pressed against each other as their owners struggled to overpower one another.

For a moment, neither moved. Then Caius suddenly pushed forward, forcing Zeke’s sword away before striking again. Zeke dodged and countered with another attack, sending dark energy toward Caius’s side.

The Werewolf King turned and avoided it, his silver eyes shining with excitement.

He was enjoying himself.

The battle between the two kings continued, with neither willing to step back. However, anyone watching could tell that Caius had the advantage. His movements were faster, his attacks were heavier, and Zeke was struggling to keep up with him.

A short distance away, Alexander paused and watched them.

He frowned. "They don’t even look like they’re fighting seriously. It’s as if they’re just warming up."

Ethan, who had been fighting nearby, glanced toward the two kings before returning his attention to the enemies in front of him.

"That’s their business."