For a time, all sorts of gossip and speculation were flying around, ranging from "love triangles" to "internal power struggles" and "conspiracy theories" – no guess was too wild.
Unbeknownst to Mu You and the others, these discussions were rampant on the forums.
After the City Lord was overthrown, under Mu You’s guidance, Little Ya slowly began to control the emergence of the City of Eternal Night.
The City of Eternal Night did not emerge in Dark City, but rather on a plain that lay above the surface of Dark City.
As the City of Eternal Night shook, everything underwent a mirror inversion, and Mu You knew they had returned to the Star Spirit World.
It was actually only six in the afternoon, and outside on the plains, the sky was bright, but within the City of Eternal Night, it remained pitch dark.
Because the entire City of Eternal Night was enveloped in an "Eternal Night Barrier," from the outside, it looked like a huge black sphere floating in mid-air.
"Wu Lake! Another city in our hands, this trip wasn’t in vain after all!" The lion roared with laughter as he watched everything settle down.
Although the current City Lord was not someone from the Arcane Association, it was enough to know that they were one of their own - that was all that mattered.
The others heaved a sigh of relief and took advantage of the offline meeting to gather and chat amiably, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
However, quite different from their relaxed and joyful mood,
the Werewolves watched the scene with complex expressions. As the losers of this competition, some Werewolves tried to force a smile to lighten the mood, only to find they couldn’t; they had almost bet everything on this battle and lost utterly.
The young white man gave a wry smile, "Indeed, the Son of Heaven’s suggestion was right..."
"What suggestion?" the Tyrant asked.
Now that it was all over, the young white man no longer kept secrets and shared the inside information he’d discussed with the Son of Heaven.
"I see..." The Tyrant, having listened, felt somewhat comforted.
Looking back at the competition from start to finish, they seemed to have been suppressed by the other side the entire time. Rather than making excuses about the lack of intelligence or decision-making errors, they might as well outright admit that they were simply overpowered...
At this moment, hearing that even the Divine Right had experienced despair similar to theirs brought the Tyrant an unusual sense of equilibrium.
What the Tyrant didn’t know, however, was that the situation the Son of Heaven and others had faced was actually much better than theirs. At least until Mu You obtained the Octopus King’s heart, the Divine Right had been the stronger side in terms of raw power, and only in the final phase, with the help of the Octopus King, did Mu You gain the initiative.
This time, in the competition with the Red Dawn, Mu You had the upper hand from the start, maintaining it until the end, which was why the Tyrant and the others felt consistently overpowered.
A familiar call came from another direction.
Everyone turned to look and saw a Red Giant Wolf running swiftly towards them.
When it came close, it stood on its hind legs and transformed into a human.
It was the Werewolf youngster who had split from them earlier.
"President, is it... over here?" The youngster, panting, couldn’t wait to ask.
"It’s over, we’ve lost..." The Tyrant replied helplessly.
Upon hearing this, the young Werewolf’s eyes instantly reddened, a surge of unbearable resentment welled up, but then seeing everyone looking so dejected, the Werewolf realized they must feel even worse and quickly forced a dry smile, "It’s okay, isn’t it just one city? The Star Spirit World is full of treasures, if we lost Sky City, we’ll just find other opportunities!"
"You did well, Little Five, you’ve performed well this time. We’ll arrange compensation for you when we get back," the Tyrant said, patting his shoulder, then turned to the disillusioned Werewolves and bellowed, "Look at you, dispirited and slouched – what a sight! You’re not even as good as a child! Stand up straight and leave with your heads held high. Don’t let outsiders make a laughingstock of us!"
The group of Werewolves then perked up, exchanging looks before slowly lifting their heads and howling into the sky.
After a round of cathartic howling, the Werewolves seemed reinvigorated as if injected with new energy. The Tyrant nodded in approval, gestured with his hand, "Let’s go, home."
The group of Werewolves swiftly formed a line and followed the Tyrant, ready to leave Sky City.
However, before they could take more than a few steps, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.
"Hey, wait a minute..."
The sound made everyone shiver involuntarily, especially the Werewolf youngster, whose heart skipped a beat, almost leading him to collapse.
Regaining his senses, the Werewolf youngster quickly turned around, bypassing the pack to look at the approaching Mu You, and pointed at him in frustration, "What, what, what else do you want?"
The other Werewolves also frowned at Mu You. Now that Sky City’s fate was decided and they, as the victors, presumably wouldn’t continue to trouble them, would they?
"Heh, don’t misunderstand, I’m not here for you this time," Mu You said with a smile looking at the youngster, then turned his gaze to the white young man not far away, "I’m here for him."
"For me?" The white young man was also taken aback, "What for?"
"Leaving so soon, care for a few rounds of sparring before you go?" Mu You asked in a negotiating tone.
"Sparring?" The group of Werewolves looked at each other, utterly puzzled by the request.
The white young man stroked his chin, quickly catching on, "Is it because of the skin?"