The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

An empty pocket of space lay at the foot of several mountains. This particular area was currently teeming with an activity today. Numerous figures were already gathered, while even more were streaming in from far away.

This place had practically become a gathering point of sorts. When the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom rushed over, he was stunned by the sheer number of people. This was the first time he had seen so many geniuses together ever since he entered the Spirity Bailiwick.

Ezra Zephyr silently melded into the crowd and began to gather information about the Razor Pearl Eagle martial animal.

After a dozen minutes or so, he consolidated his findings. It seemed that a group had first encountered the Razor Pearl Eagle deep within the mountains, and the entire party of five was nearly wiped out, leaving only one survivor behind.

Each member of the group had the strength of the Core Formation stage, hence, it was deduced that the martial animal had definitely reached the peak of the 2nd tier and was comparable to an early Foundation Establishment expert.

In addition, the fact that it knew two kinds of strange spells likely made its battle power even more overwhelming. News of this immediately drew numerous prided geniuses to this area.

After all, everyone was aware by now that contained within the martial animal of the Spirity Bailiwick was an extremely good kind of spell pair, the spell that was very beneficial to any Martial Sorcerer.

Although no one had managed to slay a 2nd tier Martial Animal yet, the eagle looked exhausted.

However, the problem was that this 2nd tier martial animal known as Razor Pearl Eagle was not an easy opponent.

Its strength was comparable to the early Foundation Establishment after all.

"Did that eagle improve its martial prowess?" Asked Ezra.

And the wolf answered, "Most probably"

While practically everyone here was only at the Qi Brightening stage with a very small number of Core Formation experts. A tiny slip was all it would take to end up being crushed to a bloody pulp by the 2nd tier Martial Animal.

Thus, although many had already gathered here, no one dared to be the first to make a move after seeing numerous dead bodies.

More importantly, the main attacking spell of Razor Pearl Eagle was based on long range. No one dared to close the gap.

While so many geniuses had already gathered here. As the classic saying went, if there were many monks and only a little porridge, how would one divide the porridge?

While these thoughts swirled in everyone's head, Ezra was smiling, for him, he was the only monk and the rest of the people here were porridge.

All of a sudden, there was an uncommon disturbance in the crowd, and many people began surging towards the west. Ezra pondered a little before deciding to follow.

Several figures proudly stood on a certain spot rather high up on the west side of the valley. The prince caught sight of a familiar face, it was Ixtal Molarch.

The rest of the figures stood behind him, each wearing a prideful look on their face. Powerful Spiritual Emergy surged around them, proof of their impressive might. Every one of them was an elite even amongst the prided geniuses here.

"Everyone, it is our blessing to have encountered this rare Martial Animal, as far as I remember, this is a Razor Pearl Eagle, this one is special, it has a spell. Since no one has taken the lead yet, our Spirity Beast Squad has decided to hunt it together."

Ixtal confidently swept his gaze around as he continued with a faint smile, "If there are any like minded friends here, you can choose to join our Spirity Beast squad. However, there is a restriction.

Your strength needs to be at the Core Formation stage, or you won't be able to withstand a single blow from this 2nd tier Martial Animal even if you go."

These words caused an outbreak of whispers from the crowd.

The Bearman young lord had made himself very clear. The 2nd tier Martial Animal had been booked by their Spirity Beast squad. In other words, if they were able to kill the beast, the spell that will come out and its body with pure ancient spiritual energy will belong to them.

Such actions were clearly tyrannical, but no one said anything. After all, it was practically asking a quick death for them to seek out that 2nd tier Martial Animal by themselves.

However, someone finally spoke up from below, "Won't there be no benefits for us?"

Ixtal shot a look at a girl beside him. The latter displayed an enchanting smile as she answered, "This 2nd tier Martial Animal is the king of this territory and its name is Razor Pearl Eagle, there is a high probability that it is leading one or more soars.

[NOTE: A Soar is a name given to a group of eagles, as they are mostly spotted soaring through the skies.]

The beasts from soars also possess a substantial amount of Spiritual Energy. Our Spirity Beast squad's mission is to kill the 2nd tier Razor Pearl Eagle, while we'll leave the leaderless beast soars to the rest of you. The Spiritual Energy from these beasts will naturally go to whoever manages to slay them.

Alright, those whose strengths have reached the Core Formation stage can choose to join our squad. There is surely more than one spell or skill in the Spirity Bailiwick which we'll be going after one by one. Those that join us will definitely get a spell or skill."

Her words shook the hearts of some of the stronger prided geniuses present. They were already well aware that with the exception of that select handful of super elite prided geniuses, no one was able to kill a 2nd tier Martial Animal alone.

The Werewolf Prince watched this with the detached eyes of a bystander. The fact that Ixtal Molarch had already begun to rope in others meant that Stripe Beast Empire's Martial Masters had pretty good heads on their shoulders.

If they were to succeed in this hunt, it was easy to imagine the subsequent rapid growth of their squad. In the end, they would gain the qualifications to vie with the super elite geniuses through the power of numbers.

Quite a number of individuals present were interested in joining the Spirity Beast squad. After all, once they were accepted, they would be able to borrow the power of the squad to Martial Animals and take their skills and spells.

The only problem was the stringent requirement of reaching the Core Formation stage.

Though the bar was high, there were still a few present who had reached it. Hence, those with the strength of the Core Formation stage began to walk towards Ixtal's group under the envious eyes of the crowd.

The Bearman from Stripe Beast Empire exchanged a look with his other fellows when he saw this, pleased smiles emerging on their lips.

Ixtal smiled and said in a low voice, "Looks like your idea is pretty good."

The lady smiled faintly in response. "There are many gifts and blessings in the Spirity Bailiwick, but only the strongest of us have a shot at obtaining the best ones. Since we are just that tiny step lacking compared to those super geniuses.

We need to borrow the power of others. As long as we succeed in growing our Spirity Beast squad, even our delusional prince and the other apex geniuses like him would not be able to stop us."

The bearman nodded in approval. "However, once the squad has grown strong, you must remember to fulfil your promise." Lust flashed in the lady's long and narrow eyes.

Ixtal Molarch chuckled. "Relax, after the Spirity Beast squad has strengthened, the first thing I will do is marry you. Once we kill the prince, we will send a message and my father will ignite a revolt against the Tigermen tribe."

"The current king is not worthy to lead the beastmen, people are tired of him and his offsprings are worse."

The lady nodded in satisfaction, she naturally knew of the heinous deeds committed by the royal family of Stripe Beast Empire.

Hidden from the eyes and ears of the continent, a revolt was rising in the biggest beastmen empire, just like Lionmen revolted against Werewolves, 20 years ago. Now Bearmen, who are proud of their power were planning to overthrow the throne of Tigermen.

In the crowd, the prince of Bloodfang coldly observed the now bustling crowd. The addition of each Core Formation stage expert slowly made the Spirity Beast squad grow stronger and stronger.

Such a line-up might really lead to a successful hunt. Ezra's eyes faintly flickered. He cast a glance at Ixtal Molarch and suddenly laughed.

There was already a feud between him and the other, and it could be said that they were already enemies. The prince was not someone who would stand by and do nothing as he watched his enemies grow stronger.