Just as Ji Xinghe was collecting the fruit wine.
A vast mass of dark clouds suddenly gathered above the Werewolf Clan's altar.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled within the clouds.
Suddenly, a massive silver bolt burst from the clouds and shot straight toward the Werewolf King and the Obsidian Crystal.
The Obsidian Crystal shattered under the tribulation lightning, its fragments falling onto the altar. The blood that had been flowing into the Werewolf King's body suddenly reversed course. Then came a loud bang.
The altar broke apart, and the Werewolf King spat out a mouthful of blood.
He stumbled back two steps, his face full of disbelief. "How could this happen? How could the bloodline evolution fail!"
Before his words had even faded, blood that wasn't his own began pouring out of him in waves. Even the bloodline he had just evolved disappeared completely.
Feeling as weak as he had been at birth, he couldn't catch his breath and passed out.
The instant he lost consciousness, the expressions of the werewolves gathered around the altar changed. Delight, ambition, greed, and ruthlessness mingled in their eyes.
The next moment, the werewolves all sprang into action. Cries of surprise, howls, groans of pain, and the sounds of fighting rang out one after another.
This was the Werewolf Clan's rule: when the king could no longer lead, the entire clan would compete, and the victorious werewolf would become the new Werewolf King.
The Werewolf Clan had descended into chaos, and things were no better for the Witch Clan.
With both the Saintess and the High Priest dead, the clan had no leader. All seven witches believed they were fit to take the Saintess's place.
Among them, Lan Xi had already won over a group of supporters through her own methods.
She had