The Vampires were finally suppressed and pushed back when the Shaolin Monks joined the battle. Their golden bodies were like a natural enemy to the vampires because even with their enhanced physical strength, the vampires couldn't break through the defences of the golden body. Not just that, the initial palm attack had evaporated the blood on the ground so the vampires could no longer revive. Every palm strike these Shaolin Monks unleashed heavily injured the vampires or even killed them. The old Shaolin Monk flew to the battlefield between Old Turtle and Dayi to give a helping hand to Old Turtle. It seemed Dayi posed more of a threat than his companions in the old man's eyes. The warriors from the four families were happy that finally they'd gained the upper hand. They were forced into this war by the higher ups and couldn't say anything about it. Every time one of their comrades fell and the vampires revived, their morale would drop but now, a chance to survive had been brought to

In the battle between the old monk, the turtle elder and Dayi, a young boy suddenly appeared from thin air and disrupted the fight. With how long these geezers had lived and the many battles they'd fought, they could tell at a single glance that the blond haired boy was far from being simple. The boy looked very arrogant as if he looked down on everything and anything. “Two versus one, and you call yourselves warriors! Where's your sense of honour! Where's your pride as warriors who overcame countless obstacles!” said the boy coldly. “Boy, this is war and in war, the only important thing is winning, who fucking cares about pride and honour when not just my life but also the lives of my people are at stake! To win, I will resort to even the cheapest of tricks. If you aren't here to fight then fuck off!” said Old Turtle impatiently. With Old Monk's help, they were finally beginning to slowly but surely suppress Dayi. And not just that, the old man also knew that the kid didn't come a

The wolves and werewolves were of four different colours; black, white, silver and grey. Rudrick came from the Whitewolf pack and this pack had the Halfmoon Bloodline. The Blackwolf pack had the Eclipse Bloodline, the Silverwolf pack had the Full Moon Bloodline and finally the Greywolf pack had the Crescent Moon Bloodline and their marks were on their foreheads.The wolves were much larger than the werewolves. The werewolves at their best could reach five meters in height but the wolves reached a whopping ten meters in height. And after the blessing they received from the wolf's howl not long ago, their strength had grown by leaps and bounds. On the other hand, the Supreme Demons who had just consumed their representatives consumed each other. Lust was consumed by Greed, Envy consumed Sloth, Pride consumed Wrath and finally, Gluttony consumed the rest. Once that happened, she turned into a huge ball of flesh that looked deformed like a tumour. An arm then grew from the ball of flesh

At the back of the Beast Tide, the crimson light was woken up by Kael's aura. This crimson light was in fact a monster curled up in a sleeping posture but was now awake. Red bat wings with an eight metre wingspan unfurled, a lion's body covered in red fur, two curled horns on its head, a black mane and a long black tail with a bat's head at the tip.SCREEEECH!!!Flap* Flap* Flap* Flap*The wings flapped as the red lion prepared to take off. It slowly floated above the bull's back and took off. Kael, who had been slapped away stood up, his expression aloof and cold, was slightly surprised when sharp teeth appeared in front of him. He subconsciously raised his blade above his head and blocked the jaws of hells from biting his head off. The lion's tail with a bat's head moved like a whip and struck Kael on the waist but Kael took out a shield to block the attack but was still sent flying. The red lion then ran after him, thirsty for revenge. In no time, it caught up to Kael and scratche

A middle aged man appeared beside Prof Croft, he wore white robes with light blue patterns. On the back of the robes, the word ‘Heavens’ was written in an ancient language and this word translated itself to anyone who saw it. The man had black and white eyes, the white eye was like a world of white clouds and black eye was like a world of dark clouds. Both eyes crackled with rainbow coloured lightning. This middle aged man was the Heavens themselves, the being who keeps the order of the Lower Domain(1), Divine Domain and maybe even the Immortal Domain. If all those who died under this man's rules saw him, who knew how they'd react because at this moment, he was acting like an obedient dog for Prof Croft. {I'm sorry Sir but the Rules don't allow these Realms to be taken away. Even by someone of your stature.}Read more