At that moment, Lin Kuang watched Delar with a grave expression. He had already sensed that this Blood Clan Elder would not be easy to deal with. Delar, too, was fully aware that Lin Kuang was a difficult opponent. Therefore, both wore solemn expressions as they stared at each other, neither willing to attack rashly.
In fact, Delar was somewhat frustrated. Among the Fanzhuo Clan Elders, his strength was easily in the top three. Otherwise, how could he have possibly become the leader of the important New York division? This alone demonstrated Delar's strength and status within the Fanzhuo Clan. Yet, facing an Easterner of equal caliber, he felt an intense sense of crisis, a feeling he found simply unbelievable.
Forget it, I have to kill him anyway. Otherwise, with so many of our clan members dead, I won't be able to explain myself. Delar thought.
