The tree trunk was shredded into pieces by Malachi Arcanus's wolf claws, the sound roaring in the night wind: "Luna, if you don't come out, I'll tear the whole forest to pieces..."
Only the rustling of leaves answered him.
Zeke Veridian stood not far away, his emerald eyes as cold as ice.
He gathered a strand of azure Wind Blade at his fingertips, suddenly slicing his own palm.
Blood dripped to the ground, transforming into fine azure strands of light, spreading in all directions.
This was the highest-level Tracking Technique of the Beastmen, using blood as a guide.
It was also a Forbidden Technique, with the cost of dropping a rank.
"It's useless."
Rhys Blackwood noticed this and instantly raised his hand to stop him, his voice indifferent as ice and snow, "Someone has blocked her aura."
Zeke Veridian's Wind Blade suddenly dissipated in mid-air, and he looked up sharply at Rhys Blackwood: "What do you mean?"
