Black mist surged around him as the power of laws condensed around his fist. He threw a punch at the Wolf Lord's face.
That punch carried corrosive black mist. Wherever it passed, the air sizzled from corrosion, as if even space itself would be pierced through.
Inside the King-class Battleship, several Night Clan higher-ups watched the situation outside through the portholes. They had originally thought that once Ye Yu went to negotiate, the other side would obediently hand over Lin Ming.
After all, the Night Clan's name carried weight. Who would dare refuse them face? Yet after waiting for so long, not only had no one been handed over, but Ye Yu had actually started fighting the Wolf Lord.
"What is going on? Why are they fighting?" A Night Clan elder frowned, his face full of confusion. He stroked his beard, puzzlement gleaming in his eyes. Clearly, he had not expected things to develop this way.
"Has that guy gone mad? He dared to fight our Night Clan over an outsider?"
Another elder was equally baffled and shook his head. He looked at the Wolf Lord with contempt, as though he were watching a clown who did not know his own limits.
Night Owl said nothing. He merely watched the battle outside in silence, a trace of amusement flashing through his eyes. He wanted to see just how much courage this Wolf Lord truly had.
His withered fingers lightly tapped the armrest, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as though he were enjoying a fine show.
The battle between the Wolf Lord and Ye Yu erupted in midair. As a core figure of the Night Clan's current generation, Ye Yu was naturally no weakling. With Peak of the Eleventh Tier cultivation, black mist surged around him, and every