"Heh, no need to be nervous. The President was just bluffing."
Just as the werewolves were exchanging wary looks, the White Youth's laughter rang out, instantly easing the tension.
"Now it seems this had nothing to do with our people. The other side must have found some way to learn Entrance No. 1's location in advance." The White Youth stepped forward and smiled at everyone, casually patting Tyrant's shoulder and giving him a look that said, "Calm down."
Tyrant exhaled, realizing he had acted impulsively. Getting angry now was useless and would only create rifts within the team.
Even if there really was a mole among them, they would have trouble finding them anytime soon. More importantly, they had no time to waste. Their opponents had already entered Sky City through Entrance No. 9, while they were still on their way to their entrance. Every second from here on mattered.
"Pick up the pace!" Tyrant said, taking the lead and continuing forward.
The werewolves behind him silently followed.
As he moved, Tyrant turned his head, glancing at the darkness behind them from the corner of his eye.
If the vampires were only pursuing them to slow them down and give the people at Entrance No. 9 a greater advantage, it would not be too much of a problem. They could simply speed up after entering the city to make up for it...
But for some reason, Tyrant kept feeling that something about this whole affair was wrong.
Had the Ghost Ship Captain really entered Entrance No. 9?
In theory, that was indeed the likeliest and most reasonable explanation, but he had a bad feeling, and the closer they got to Entrance No. 1, the stronger it became.
Unfortunately, Tyrant had little time to think.
To enter Sky City as soon