Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

The moonlight was perfect, and the sound of panting mingled with the howling night wind of the wasteland. The werewolves in their wolf-beast form were very fast, leaving trails of black afterimages as they ran.

How could a few human scavengers outrun these dark beasts? They finally collapsed to the ground in their panicked escape.

The werewolves surrounded them, their gaping maws dripping with drool as they let out greedy growls.

"You...you..."

A scavenger trembled with fear and said, "How dare you... This is during the All Races Summit... How dare you do this in human territory... This is a violation of the convention!"

"Hehehe..." A werewolf raised his paw and licked it, laughing contemptuously, "A covenant? Using your Light Alliance's covenant to restrict us dark races, are you out of your mind? Besides, this place is deserted now, no one can control us!"

"Boss!" At that moment, another werewolf suddenly noticed something, his eyes lit up, and he pointed ahead: "Look over there! There seems to be another person over there!"

The alpha wolf turned its head and saw Muraki resting against the boulder.

Muraki was covered in blood, his magical aura was very weak, and his light armor and clothes were 40% damaged. Only his bronze mask was intact, and the demon mark of the Sun Wheel Clan on his neck revealed his identity.

"The Sunwheel Clan?" The alpha wolf's eyes flickered with curiosity.

He noticed the sun-shaped demon mark on Muraki's neck.

It's actually a five-horned devil's mark?

It should be noted that even the Sun Wheel Holy Emperor only has six horns!

“Boss, and this guy is a level 5 Sunwheel Clan member!” the werewolf said.

The other werewolves also revealed a hint of excitement in their eyes.

As for why they're excited... it's obvious.

Dark races can devour each other. If you can kill a dark creature that is much higher level than yourself and devour its magic power, your cultivation level will definitely be significantly improved!

Although these werewolves' Deep Blue System level was not high enough to see Muraki's attribute panel, they could clearly sense that Muraki was seriously injured, his dark aura was very weak, and he was almost on the verge of death!

To possess a fifth-level mark in the Sun Wheel Holy Kingdom means one must be at least a Soul Emperor realm expert!

Suddenly, the human scavengers lost their appeal, and seven or eight werewolves quickly surrounded Muraki, their eyes greedily licking their lips.

Muraki slightly raised his head; no one could see the expression beneath the bronze mask, but his eyes remained calm and cold.

The alpha wolf slowly approached, looked him up and down, and said with interest, "You are... Muraki, the Martial Saint of the Sun Wheel Clan?"

Among the Sun Wheel Clan, only a handful of people possess the fifth-level mark.

Add to that the bronze mask on his face, and it wouldn't be difficult to guess his identity.

"..." Muraki did not respond.

His body was in excruciating pain; even the slightest movement of his muscles would cause him to convulse in agony.

Even the thought of touching the hilt of the samurai sword beside him made his fingers tremble.

The alpha wolf noticed his action and a look of delight appeared in its eyes.

"How did Martial Saint Village Wood fall to this state?" The alpha wolf grinned and asked, "What happened?"

The face beneath Muraki's mask remained expressionless as he watched the approaching werewolf. His voice was cold and hard: "What do you want?"

"Can't you tell what I'm up to?" The alpha wolf grinned maliciously. "Although we don't know what happened to you, we're really lucky to have gotten such a good deal... Hehehe... I see you're badly injured and living is quite painful for you, so why don't we finish you off for you!"

As it spoke, the alpha wolf bared its sharp fangs and claws and lunged forward. The other seven or eight werewolves also pounced on it.

"Soul Skill - Mind Control Technique!"

The bronze mask on Muraki's face suddenly gleamed with a bluish light.

"Uh!?"

Suddenly, all the werewolves, including the alpha wolf, were frozen in place, unable to move.

The alpha wolf's eyes widened.

He hadn't expected Muraki to be like this; he was still unable to resist the other's abilities!

Muraki chanted a spell with a cold look in his eyes: "Mind control technique—dig out the internal organs of your companions!"

The bodies of several werewolves were manipulated and began to move uncontrollably.

Soon, the sounds of flesh being torn apart, the werewolves' screams and howls rose in succession.

"Tear..."

"Pfft-"

"what......"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"..."

The human scavengers were stunned, their faces pale as they watched this bloody and cruel scene.

Muraki, leaning on his katana, slowly stood up from the ground.

Those werewolves had all turned into a pile of mangled corpses, with their internal organs, flesh, and broken bones scattered all over the ground.

The demonic energy on their bodies was sucked up strand by strand, flying into the sky. After gathering and swirling in the sky for a while, it all fell onto Muraki and was completely absorbed by him.

Muraki glanced at his attribute panel.

After absorbing the life force of these werewolves, his health, mana, and various attributes finally recovered to some extent.

The human scavengers lying on the ground not far away looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then tried to leave quietly without making a sound.

Muraki caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye.

Of course, he couldn't let them go.

The news that he is still alive must not be spread.

"Aaaaaah...!!!" Soon, the screams of the scavengers rang out, and then all was quiet.

Muraki slowly sheathed his katana, raised his hand to touch the mark on his neck, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Since Night Song, who is also a player, has a way to remove the curse mark.

Then he should be able to find a solution too...

......

"Lord Demon King!"

A demon messenger rushed to the ghost.

The Demon Lord of the Underworld was meditating and cultivating. He opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the scene, asking, "What is it?"

"Princess Verona, she..." The demon messenger paused, then lowered his voice, "...she seems to have made a move against Nightsong!"

The ghost frowned slightly.

"This woman is really impatient!" Minghun shook his head.

But it's not surprising.

Verona herself possesses remarkable strength. Born into a prominent family in the Western Dragon Kingdom, she has been exceptionally talented since childhood and is a Soul Emperor-level expert. As the Queen of the Western Dragon Kingdom, she holds a high position and wields immense power. It can be said that she has been pampered since childhood and has never experienced any hardship.

In her eyes, the word "tolerance" probably doesn't even exist.

Ye Ge killed her two sons, and the fact that she has been able to wait until now is already considered "endurance" for her!