What's more, McCoy had come from the very Clan he once commanded.
"Do you think your Vampire Clan is the only one with an Ancestor?
That we Werewolves would not have one as well?"
Florian's laughter thundered through the air, filled with unquestionable arrogance and confidence.
He had cast aside all his inhibitions, transforming into a fearless warrior.
His figure shot forward like an arrow from a bow, tearing through the air with a piercing whistle as he charged straight for Ye Lingyun.
There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only a burning will to fight and a thirst for victory.
Even though he knew,
that the blood of the Vampire Clan's Ancestor, Cain, flowed in Ye Lingyun's veins,
an ancient and potent power sufficient to make any opponent tremble.
As Florian charged, his body became a furnace of energy.
Energy erupted from every pore of his body, gushing out like a fountain.
It then condensed in the air, forming the silhouettes of wild wolves.
