The tree trunk was ripped to pieces by Malachi Arcanus's wolf claws, the sound roaring through the night wind: "Luna, if you don't come out, I'll tear the whole forest to shreds…"
Only the rustling of leaves answered him.
Zeke Veridian stood not far away, his emerald eyes cold as ice.
At his fingertips, a wisp of green Wind Blade formed, and he suddenly slashed open his own palm.
Fresh blood dripped to the ground, turning into tiny green rays of light that spread in all directions.
This was the highest-level Tracking Technique of the Beastmen, using blood as a guide.
But it was also a Forbidden Technique, the price being a drop of one rank.
"It's useless."
Rhys Blackwood caught this scene, instantly raising his hand to stop Zeke, his voice icy and indifferent: "Someone has blocked her aura."
Zeke's Wind Blade dissipated abruptly in mid-air; he jerked his head up to stare at Rhys: "What do you mean?"
