The scene before us was utter chaos. The Wraith Enforcers had already gathered at the northern stronghold, awaiting the arrival of the Swamp Behemoth—it was getting closer and closer. Meanwhile, the winged beasts circling above, poised to scavenge whatever scraps remained, hovered just outside the stronghold, listening to the sounds coming from the forest.
Fear was etched across the faces of the Wraith Enforcers.
It seems that many of the creatures here, though unable to speak, possess self-awareness—and they’re far more united than these Wraith Enforcers. No doubt, after we slaughtered over a hundred Swamp Behemoths in the mire, they’ve risen together for vengeance.
The situation was already extremely dangerous. Kane took flight, heading north. I glanced at Isabelle Frost, who wore a look of cold indifference.
"Don’t look at me. I despise these creatures from the bottom of my heart."
It was clear Isabelle Frost wouldn’t make a move. Her contempt for the Wraith Enforcers was written all over her face.
"Can anyone help?"
I scanned the group. At that moment, Deathcurse stepped forward, baring his chilling teeth. He glanced at Isabelle Frost.
Felix Zhou immediately bounced over, chatting enthusiastically with Deathcurse—mostly bragging about how formidable Deathcurse was. The rest of us said nothing, simply watching him in silence.
"Impressive, Miss Yi. The curse energy within you is truly extraordinary—even I can’t decipher it. Heh, it’s completely different from my own. As fellow wielders of curse energy, I’d like to show you what mine can do!"