Chapter 412: Old Guys

The Iron Tyrant slowly turned its massive body toward the Mist King.

Its gigantic fists tightened. The muscles beneath its black armor swelled violently.

Without the slightest warning, its enormous body vanished from everyone’s sight.

"So fast!" an elite werewolf captain’s pupils shrank violently.

A moment later, the Iron Tyrant appeared directly before the Mist King. Its fist descended from above like a collapsing mountain. The air exploded. The terrifying pressure alone forced countless nearby werewolves onto one knee. Even the ground beneath the Mist King’s feet shattered into countless fragments.

The punch landed.

BOOOOOOM!!

An earth-shaking explosion erupted across the battlefield. The violent shockwave spread for hundreds of meters in every direction. Several nearby hills crumbled, while ancient trees were uprooted as though struck by a hurricane.

Smoke and dust instantly swallowed the battlefield.

The elite warriors stared nervously into the thick cloud.

"Did... did it hit?"

Only Kara remained silent. She continued staring into the dust without blinking.

Gradually, the thick smoke dispersed. A white mist quietly drifted through the shattered battlefield. The Mist King slowly emerged from within it. His clothes remained perfectly clean. Even his sleeves had not been disturbed. It was as though the devastating punch had merely struck empty air.

The Iron Tyrant stared blankly. Its instincts told it the attack had connected, yet it had struck nothing.

The Mist King merely smiled faintly.

The Iron Tyrant suddenly let out a furious roar that shook the heavens. The crimson veins across its body glowed brighter than before. Its entire form began radiating an intense scarlet light. The earth beneath its feet trembled violently. Cracks spread outward for hundreds of meters.

Then, raising both colossal fists high into the sky, it smashed them into the ground with all of its strength.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!

The earth exploded. The battlefield instantly transformed into a sea of destruction. Towering stone pillars burst from beneath the ground without warning. Entire sections of the battlefield collapsed. The defensive walls of the Iron Claw Pack shook violently. Even warriors standing over a kilometer away were thrown off their feet.

The spectators watched with pale faces.

"What... what kind of monster is this..."

"If that attack reached the city... it would destroy the entire Iron Claw Pack..."

The violent tremors gradually subsided. Everyone hurriedly searched for the Mist King’s figure.

Then, within the countless cracks spreading across the battlefield, white mist slowly rose, like flowing water, like drifting clouds. The Mist King calmly stepped out from the endless mist once again. His footsteps remained unhurried. His breathing had not changed. The terrifying destruction surrounding him seemed completely unrelated to him.

The Iron Tyrant’s eyes widened. It could not understand. Why? Why couldn’t any attack reach him?

It refused to believe it. Its enormous body suddenly leaned forward and charged once more. This time it no longer relied upon brute force alone. Its fists became a blur, one punch, ten punches, a hundred punches. The sky filled with countless gigantic fist shadows. Each strike possessed enough power to flatten mountains.

Every impact shattered the surrounding landscape. The continuous explosions were so loud that many ordinary werewolves covered their ears in agony.

Yet within that endless barrage, the Mist King simply continued walking. Every fist passed harmlessly through his body. Every explosion scattered the surrounding mist, only for it to gather together again moments later.

From beginning to end, the old man never raised a hand. Every devastating attack simply passed through him as though he didn’t exist.

Gradually, the Iron Tyrant slowed. Its breathing grew heavier. The crimson light covering its body flickered violently, and confusion appeared within its blood-red eyes.

Everything it knew told it its overwhelming power could crush any opponent. Yet the old man before it could not be touched, not once, not even after unleashing everything it possessed.

Silence fell over the battlefield. Only the drifting white mist remained.

The Mist King finally stopped walking. He slowly raised his eyes toward the towering commander. A faint smile appeared upon his aged face.

"You’ve attacked long enough. I’ve seen everything I needed to see."

He gently shook his head.

"Now... it is my turn."

---

Meanwhile, far from the Iron Claw Pack, the battle at the Black River Pack had also entered its final stage.

The battlefield had already become a sea of ruins. Deep sword marks stretched across the earth for hundreds of meters. Countless zombies had been cut apart during the fierce battle, and dozens of surrounding hills had collapsed.

At the center of the battlefield, the Blade Mimic stood silently. Its crimson eyes remained fixed upon the old man before it.

Unlike the Iron Tyrant, the Blade Mimic possessed no overwhelming physique. Its body was slender, nearly three meters tall, and its arms had long since transformed into razor-sharp bone blades that reflected a cold, murderous light. It had been created specifically to counter Queen Evelyn’s cloning ability. Its crimson eyes could track all four of her bodies simultaneously, preventing her coordinated attacks from overwhelming it.

But everything changed after the Sand King arrived.

The Blade Mimic suddenly disappeared.

Whoosh!

Its body reappeared behind the Sand King. A bone blade swept silently toward his neck, unbelievably fast, so fast that even Queen Evelyn could barely follow the attack.

Yet the blade passed straight through the Sand King’s body. There was no blood. No wound. Only countless grains of golden sand drifting apart before gathering together once more.

The Blade Mimic immediately changed direction. Its figure vanished again. One slash... ten slashes... a hundred slashes... The battlefield was instantly filled with countless blade lights.

Every slash split the earth apart, yet every strike still passed harmlessly through the Sand King’s body.

The old man simply stood there quietly. His expression remained calm, as though the terrifying sword storm before him was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

The Blade Mimic unleashed every sword technique at its disposal, yet none could touch the Sand King.

The Sand King remained standing exactly where he was.

Queen Evelyn watched everything unfold from a distance. Her beautiful eyes gradually widened. "So... this is why everyone calls my dad the Sand King..."

Against absolute elemental control, even the finest swordsmanship became meaningless.

---

At the same time, back at the Iron Claw Pack, the battlefield had become completely silent.

The Iron Tyrant stood amidst the shattered earth. Its enormous chest rose and fell violently. For the first time since its birth, it felt something it had never experienced before, confusion.

Every ability. Every devastating attack. Every trump card. Nothing had worked.

The Mist King calmly looked at the commander before cracking his fingers.

Crack... Crack...

The crisp sound echoed across the silent battlefield. The next moment, his entire body quietly dissolved into endless white mist.

The surrounding fog suddenly became incomparably dense. Within a single breath, the Iron Tyrant found itself completely surrounded. White mist flowed around it from every direction.

The commander immediately roared. Its fists smashed wildly into the surrounding mist. Every punch dispersed countless clouds of fog. Yet the mist always gathered together again. It was endless.

The Iron Tyrant suddenly froze. Its instincts screamed, danger. Extreme danger.

But before it could react, a strange sound reached its ears.

Rip...

The Iron Tyrant lowered its head. Its pupils suddenly contracted. A long crack had appeared across its armored chest, not on the surface, but beneath it. The flesh inside its body was silently splitting apart.

Countless invisible cuts erupted throughout its body simultaneously. It could not understand. Nothing had touched it. No blade. No fist. No weapon. Then why? Why was its body being torn apart from the inside?

The invisible force spread rapidly through every muscle, every bone, every organ. Its overwhelming defensive armor had become completely meaningless. It could stop attacks from the outside, but it could not protect what lay within.

The Iron Tyrant roared toward the heavens. Its body trembled violently. It desperately tried to escape the sea of mist. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The Mist King’s calm voice echoed from every direction. "The battle... is over."

BOOOOOOM!!

The Iron Tyrant’s enormous body suddenly exploded. Countless fragments of flesh and shattered armor scattered across the battlefield. The commander that had overwhelmed the Iron Claw Pack moments earlier had been reduced to countless broken pieces.

The drifting white mist slowly gathered together. The Mist King once again appeared where he had been standing. His clothes remained spotless, as though he had never moved.

The entire battlefield fell into absolute silence. Every werewolf stared blankly at the shattered remains of the commander. Only one thought remained in everyone’s mind:

This... was the power of the legendary Kings.

---

At the royal capital, standing atop the city wall, Vikram quietly observed the battlefield through the live projection. When he saw the Iron Tyrant being annihilated with such ease, even he could not help but smile faintly.

"As expected... Grandfather is still Grandfather."

Without another word, his gaze shifted toward the battlefield of the Black River Pack.

At that very moment, the Sand King finally made his move.

The endless sand beneath the battlefield surged into the sky like a golden tsunami. Within seconds, it condensed into a gigantic humanoid figure towering over the battlefield. The colossal hand of sand descended from above. Before the Blade Mimic could react, it was firmly grasped within that enormous palm.

The commander struggled violently. Its countless bone blades slashed wildly in every direction. Every slash easily cut through mountains. Yet they could not cut through the endless sand.

The giant hand slowly tightened. The Blade Mimic’s struggles became weaker... and weaker... until finally the hand slowly opened once again.

The Blade Mimic was gone. Only a handful of gray dust drifted gently through the air before disappearing into the endless desert breeze.

---

At the Silver Moon Pack, the battlefield was in complete chaos.

The Nightmare Beast was an assassin. Its pitch-black body continuously disappeared into the surrounding shadows before appearing from impossible angles. Its four crimson eyes constantly searched for weaknesses. Every attack was aimed directly at its opponent’s vital points.

Carol’s expression darkened. This Nightmare Beast was completely different from the one she had defeated before. It was obvious the Evolution King had created it specifically to counter her abilities.

Illusions, hypnosis, mental interference, every technique she possessed had become completely useless.

The Nightmare Beast simply ignored them. Its senses were not dependent upon sight. Instead, it hunted through instinct, smell, heartbeat, and killing intent. Every illusion and trap Carol prepared was effortlessly exposed.

Several bloody wounds already covered her body. Another black shadow flashed. Carol instinctively retreated.

Five razor-sharp claws narrowly missed her throat before leaving several hundred-meter-long scars across the earth.

Unfortunately, the Nightmare Beast vanished once more. It moved like a ghost, one moment appearing behind a soldier, the next emerging above another.

"Damn it..." Carol clenched her fists. "My abilities... they’re completely useless against this monster."

After ending the battle at the Black River Pack, the Sand King arrived at the Silver Moon Pack.

At that moment, a gentle breeze suddenly swept across the battlefield. Tiny grains of golden sand drifted through the air. Within seconds, they covered the entire battlefield.

The Nightmare Beast suddenly froze. It hadn’t sensed anyone approaching, yet an overwhelming danger had appeared before it. Its instincts screamed in warning.

A figure slowly walked out from the endless sand, the Sand King. He calmly glanced at Carol before turning his gaze toward the Nightmare Beast.

"You’ve done well. Leave the rest to me."

Carol silently nodded before retreating.

The Nightmare Beast let out a low growl. Its body suddenly disappeared. A split second later, it appeared behind the Sand King. Its claws pierced downward... and struck nothing. The old man’s body instantly collapsed into countless grains of sand.

The Nightmare Beast immediately leaped backward. Before its feet could touch the ground, the earth beneath it suddenly liquefied.

The Nightmare Beast tried to change direction. Unfortunately, everywhere it landed, the ground had already become flowing sand. The battlefield itself had become the Sand King’s domain.

The Nightmare Beast frantically leaped from one patch of ground to another, but each leap became shorter than the last. Its legs slowly sank deeper. The surrounding sand climbed onto its body like living snakes.

Its claws easily tore through the sand, yet more immediately replaced it. Countless grains continuously wrapped around the commander’s body. Its movements became slower. Its struggles grew weaker. Within moments, only its four crimson eyes remained visible.