Keep firing arrows!
Why did you stop releasing it?
You haven't eaten, have you?
Ye Bai didn't receive the elven's arrow, but instead heard a wolf's howl.
[Werewolf language translation in progress...]
"Cain, I can help you become the Blood Ancestor. If you agree, I'll make the River of Blood flash six times at a specific frequency..."
Ye Bai: ? ? ?
Why are they already trying to persuade their own men to surrender before the fight has even started?
The mastermind behind the double agent is actually myself?
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.
Ye Bairen was numb.
He looked at Cain behind him and asked seriously.
"Aren't you going to flash it?"
Cain remained unfazed, his expression even somewhat bewildered. It wasn't so much excellent acting as it was naturally superb.
What did you say?
Cain picked at his ear.
"I don't understand werewolf language."
Ye Bai kindly translated it for him.
"Such a thing actually happened?"
Cain was utterly shocked and gasped.
"With such wolfish ambitions, they've resorted to sowing discord! I, Cain..."
The words suddenly caught in Cain's throat, and he couldn't continue.
Pleading allegiance to Shura... is somewhat inappropriate.
He's a dignified Cain, he wouldn't do such a scumbag thing!
If I don't pledge my loyalty, Shura seems to be full of evil intentions and won't let me off easily.
Cain snorted coldly and said with unwavering determination,
"In my heart, Cain, there is only one Blood Ancestor!"
This statement gives both sides a way out.
Cain refused the other party's offer of surrender and at the same time expressed his loyalty to the Blood Ancestor, which was not considered as bowing down to the Asura!
Ye Bai thought for a moment, then spoke again.
"Why don't you try feigning surrender?"
Cain: ......
Please, just be a human being!
We have such a huge advantage here!
You still want me to feign surrender...
Cain held his breath and made the river of blood begin to shimmer.
One, two...
When the river of blood flashed for the fifth time, it suddenly stopped.
The smiles on the faces of the Steppenwolf and the Steppen Elf froze.
A familiar figure appeared in front of the two.
Cain proudly raised his head, looked at his enemy with disdain, and chanted a string of his titles.
"Standing before you is the creator of the ancient river of blood, the head of the twelve clans, the uncrowned king of the vampires, the manipulator of the gods, the forbidden among the forbidden, the prince among princes..."
This momentum, this demeanor, this record...
Even as an enemy, one can't help but feel respect for them.
Suddenly, Cain pointed at Steppenwolf and began to curse.
"He's slandering me! He's slandering me!"
"I am mortal enemies with the Steppenwolf Ancestor!"
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