"Netherworld King, you will die tonight!" Having received the news, Rob III was excited. If he could kill the Netherworld King, his achievements would be immortalized in werewolf history alongside the great ancestors!
"Elder Dracula, welcome the great Rob III, purifying the bloodline for our Blood Clan!" The Blood Clan Guards who came to report stood respectfully below Rob III, speaking sycophantically.
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Within the Blood Clan territory, Hades had already received secret reports. He tightened his grip on the Netherworld King's Fang. Tonight, everything depended on it. As long as he caught them off guard, Rob III would surely die!
Just then, suddenly, the castle where Hades resided began to tremble. Hades' mouth curled slightly; the prey had taken the bait.
"Netherworld King, I've heard of your great power. Today, I, Rob III, wish to battle with you!" A mighty voice spread through, containing unmatched power, causing even the air to tremble.
