After consuming the Everlife Fruit, Harrison’s cultivation had reached the level of a high-tier Warrior Saint, not far from the legendary Warrior God.
“The Werewolves must have come prepared; we cannot afford to be careless,” Meigetsu said cautiously.
Donovan pondered for a moment and said, “The Werewolves dared to come because they must have consumed the Everlife Fruit. Their strength has undoubtedly increased significantly.”
“Mr. Coleman, we might need your help this time,” Jennifer said, looking at Donovan.
The Werewolves were coming fiercely, and the Seven Stars Sword Sect alone could not withstand them.
Donovan smiled without hesitation and said, “Master Jennifer, there’s no need to be so polite. Not only have we been training and living here at the Seven Stars Sword Sect for days, but given the relationship between the Coleman family and Leo, we couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.”
“Moreover, the Werewolves dare to cause trouble on Atraria soil. As martial artists, we must strike back and show them that Atraria is not a place they can come to at will!”
Donovan’s words reassured Jennifer considerably.
Over three hours later, more than forty Mercedes-Benz cars arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Seven Stars Sword Sect was located.
Looking at the lush green mountains and smelling the fresh air, Oliver couldn’t help but smile and say, “The environment here is indeed nice. After we destroy the Seven Stars Sword Sect, this place can serve as our palace in Atraria.”
“Agreed, let’s go up!” Augustus was already impatient.
The Mercedes-Benz cars drove to the gate of the Seven Stars Sword Sect and stopped. Seeing the people standing outside the gate, Augustus and his group quickly got out of the cars.
Outside the gate stood Donovan, Harrison, Elder Frederick, Meigetsu, Holden Coleman from the Coleman family; Theodore, Serene Dark, Elder Ocean Source, Elder Cold River, Elder Skyfire, and elite disciples from the Iron Sword Sect; and Ellis, Montague, Marine, Forrest, and elite disciples from the Flood Dragon Gang who had been subdued by the Seven Stars Sword Sect.
Augustus walked forward, his eyes sweeping over Donovan and the others. He sneered coldly and said, “I didn’t expect you all to be here. Perfect. Saves me the trouble of finding you. Today, I’ll tear you all to pieces right here.”
Harrison looked at Augustus and snorted coldly before mocking him, “Augustus, do you still remember how you were hunted down like stray dogs by us in the Enchanted Realm?”
Harrison’s words brought back painful memories for Augustus and Oliver. Their expressions immediately turned grim.
What happened in the Enchanted Realm was an immense humiliation for the proud Wolf Tribe Princes.
Being reminded of it now filled Augustus and Oliver with rage.
“Transform! Today, this place will be drenched in blood. Don’t let even a mosquito escape!” Augustus roared in anger.
Augustus was the first to transform. In just a few breaths, he became a Werewolf.
This Werewolf’s height had astonishingly broken through ten meters, reaching a terrifying eleven meters!
A powerful and terrifying aura erupted from Augustus.
“Roar!!!”
Augustus tilted his head back and let out a wild roar. The invisible sound waves caused Donovan and the others’ ears to sting painfully.
At the same time, the unfortunate trees at the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s gate were all broken by the sound waves.
Some birds trying to escape fell from the sky under the impact of the sound waves.
Oliver also began to transform, stopping only when his height reached ten meters six.
Standing at the front, Augustus and Oliver had transformed into two gigantic Werewolves. Donovan and the others could only look up at them.
These two Wolf Tribe Princes had indeed consumed the Everlife Fruit because their current aura was incomparable to what it had been in the Enchanted Realm.
Donovan and Harrison exchanged a glance, both showing serious expressions.
Next, Elder Valdo behind Augustus and Oliver, along with Wolf Tribe Dukes, Marquises, Earls, and Viscounts, all began to transform.
After all the Werewolves had transformed, Augustus arrogantly roared, “Lowly Atraria Martial Cultivators, dying at the hands of our great Wolf Tribe is your honor!”
Donovan looked at Harrison and Elder Frederick and said solemnly, “Elder Harrison, Elder Frederick, one Wolf Tribe Prince each for us!”
“Yes, Patriarch!” Harrison and Elder Frederick replied in unison.
Donovan then glanced at everyone else and instructed, “The rest of the Werewolves are yours to handle!”
“Yes!” Meigetsu, Holden Coleman, Aimee Coleman, and everyone from the Iron Sword Sect responded in unison.
Donovan’s Aura erupted from within him. Holding his crimson Dragonfire Warblade in hand, he pointed it at Augustus.
A cruel smile appeared on Augustus’s terrifying wolf head.
Harrison and Elder Frederick also drew their weapons.
“Kill!” Donovan shouted fiercely as he charged towards Augustus.
Harrison followed closely behind, charging towards Oliver.
Elder Frederick attacked Valdo.
Everyone else also charged forward, targeting Augustus. Oliver and Valdo were followed by Dukes, Marquises, Earls, and Viscounts.
“Great Wolf Tribe, enjoy the slaughter!” Augustus raised his terrifying wolf claws and let out a dreadful roar.
Donovan leaped into the air. His Aura poured madly into his Dragonfire Warblade as he gripped it with both hands and slashed towards Augustus.
Seeing the crimson warblade slashing down at him, Augustus showed no fear. With a mocking sneer in his eyes, he said, “Lowly Atraria Martial Cultivator, you probably don’t know how powerful I am now that I’ve broken through the ten-meter bloodline limit!”
Just as Donovan’s warblade was about to strike Augustus’s terrifying wolf head, Augustus extended his right claw and grabbed the descending blade.
Donovan’s body halted mid-air, his expression turning grim immediately.
He hadn’t expected Augustus to easily catch his powerful slash.
What shocked Donovan even more was that as Augustus gripped the warblade, the crimson flames on it extinguished instantly. The blade itself seemed on the verge of being crushed.
The strength of this Wolf Tribe Prince had grown terrifyingly.
Although Donovan had also consumed an Everlife Fruit and his cultivation had increased significantly, the gap between his strength and Augustus’s had widened even more.
The Dragonfire Warblade was Donovan’s most handy weapon; he couldn’t let Augustus crush it. Donovan quickly wove seals with his left hand. His immense Aura flowed through his hand seals and transformed into a giant azure dragon.