"Lord Ruthless Wolf has fallen in battle!"
"Fallen? He was obliterated in an instant!"
"Think of something, quick!"
The city walls had already descended into chaos after Ruthless Wolf's death, like ants scurrying on a hot pan.
Gou Da and Gou Er, in particular, had shrunk into a corner of the wall, trembling in terror.
"What’s all this panic for?"
Silver Snake, the ultimate sycophant of Lord Evil Wolf, stepped forward boldly.
At his words, the crowd hurriedly turned their gaze to Evil Wolf.
Lord Evil Wolf stood as steadfast as ever, not a trace of fear on his face despite the death of his twin brother, Ruthless Wolf.
He remained tall and unshaken, immovable as a mountain.
The panicked crowd immediately found solace in his presence.
Admiring glances swept toward him.
Truly, Lord Evil Wolf was the master of Demon City. Even with Ruthless Wolf annihilated in an instant, he showed not a shred of cowardice—a true paragon among wolves.
Beneath the shroud of dark mist, Evil Wolf’s hands trembled, his lips turning purple.
His teeth chattered uncontrollably.
The reason he stood so still was simple: witnessing Ruthless Wolf’s instant death had petrified him.
The others couldn’t see his terror—only because the dark mist concealed it.
"Lord Evil Wolf’s composure shows he doesn’t even consider this foe a threat,"
Silver Snake continued his flattery, congratulating himself on his keen perception. What a perfect opportunity he’d seized!
Unlike those fools around him, who only knew how to panic, he alone had recognized Lord Evil Wolf’s unshakable confidence.
"In that case, we humbly request Lord Evil Wolf to step forth and crush this intruder, so we may witness your majesty in action."
"To hell with your nonsense!"
Evil Wolf had finally had enough. With one swipe of his palm, he sent Silver Snake flying off the city wall.
Right now, he was terrified out of his mind.
Damn it, even Ruthless Wolf—stronger than him—had been obliterated in a blink. What good would he be in a fight?
He was busy scheming how to abandon the city and flee unnoticed, and here was Silver Snake yapping nonstop—utterly insufferable.
Still, with so many subordinates watching, he forced himself to maintain his facade.
With a wave of his hand, he led the group away from the walls and back into the hall.
"This foe’s strength is indeed beyond our expectations. Ruthless Wolf’s death is a grave loss."
"However, there’s no need for excessive panic. The city gates are fortified by our demonic clan’s forbidden arts. Even I, or Ruthless Wolf in his prime, couldn’t pass through without lifting the seals."
"That human will never breach Demon City!"
From his seat of authority, Evil Wolf reassured his followers.
Fighting that human? Absolutely out of the question.
For now, they’d have to rely on the city gates.
At least the gates were as sturdy as he claimed—they’d hold for some time. Maybe he could use that window to call for reinforcements.
So it wasn’t just empty comfort for his men; he was also trying to steel his own nerves.
With this plan in place, Evil Wolf’s trembling heart settled slightly.
At least he hadn’t bolted immediately or completely humiliated himself in front of his subordinates.
Just as he was thinking this—
A wisp of dark mist surged in, materializing into a demonic scout who dropped to his knees in urgency.
"My lord, the gates have been breached!" the scout cried in alarm.
Evil Wolf’s hands trembled again, cold sweat pouring down his forehead in buckets.
He couldn’t afford to lose face in front of his men now.
Maybe the human would just wander around the city a bit and leave, never making it this far.
Suppressing his terror, Evil Wolf clung to this desperate hope.
Another shadowy figure rushed in, kneeling in panic.
"My lord, the human has reached the outer city!"
Evil Wolf shuddered violently.
Well… at least he kept his valuables on him. No need to waste time packing—he could flee without delay.