75: What else can we do?

In the dark of night, moonlight shone upon the earth.

Inside the Vampire castle, the Vampires were filled with worry, while the perimeter presented a grim and threatening scene.

Countless pairs of green eyes lit up in the darkness; these were the Werewolves who had arrived as promised.

After receiving word from Locke, Lucien and Kruto led hundreds upon hundreds of Werewolves out in full force.

They surrounded the entire area within a 2-kilometer radius of the castle with great fanfare.

The Werewolves formed groups of a few, with no more than 50 meters between groups, forming a circle.

Following Locke's instructions and arrangements, they ensured that no Vampire would be able to escape from the Vampire castle today.

In front of the main gate of the Vampire castle, Lucien and Kruto were waiting in battle formation, observing for any unexpected situations that might arise.

"Boss, are you saying Locke went to find trouble with that old guy Victor?"

"Yes." There was a hint of worry in Lucien's eyes.

Although Locke had killed Kraven with just two strikes, proving his strength was undeniable, he knew that Victor was no pushover.

Before being turned into a Vampire, he had been a nobleman who ruled over a region. Whether in terms of strategy or combat experience, he was far superior to Kraven; he was a truly ruthless character.

He was especially cunning, so he couldn't help but worry that Locke might suffer a loss.

Honestly, he really wanted to know where Locke was so he could go and help.

The main reason was that Victor was the person he hated most in his life; he wished he could eat the man's flesh raw.

"Then should we attack now and coordinate with Locke to surround and annihilate Victor?"

"No," Lucien shook his head. "That method won't work. Let's wait patiently for news from Locke."

Although they had brought a significant number of Werewolves, the Vampires were not to be trifled with either.

It was impossible that they would just let them go and kill Victor like that.

Furthermore, if they attacked rashly and didn't follow Locke's original plan, leading to an even deeper feud between the Werewolves and Vampires, it would be counterproductive.

This would also go against his and Locke's original intentions.

Lucien sighed, having no choice but to pin his hopes on Locke.

Just as the two were anxiously waiting for news from Locke, a muffled, loud noise erupted in the dense forest hundreds of meters to the north of the castle.

Lucien, who had been focusing his attention at all times, immediately noticed this anomaly.

"Could it be that Locke and Victor are fighting? But why would they be in that place?"

Although he had some doubts, this tremendous sound had caught his attention. After giving an order to Kruto, he rushed towards the location of the explosion with incredible speed.

In just the blink of an eye, he had dashed several meters away.

And the place he was rushing towards was none other than the exit of Victor's secret passage.

After exiting the secret passage, Victor thought he had successfully shaken off Locke, and his heart couldn't help but rejoice:

"Kid, don't think that just because you have the power of Sequence 9, you can look down on me. Just you wait, I will return..."

After coming out, he did not stop for a single step and continued heading north.

Because in the mountain forest at the far north, there was a secret base he had prepared.

Once he reached there, he would be able to relocate quickly using a faster method.

However, just as Victor had dashed a few hundred meters across the flat ground, a handsome man wearing a black trench coat burst out from the secret passage—it was Locke.

Upon exiting the secret passage, the moonlight instantly shone upon him.

A certain energy carried by the moonlight immediately triggered his passive ability, "Night Enhancement," causing his already impressive speed to increase by another ten percent.

He instantly transformed into a ghostly shadow in the night, his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

Meanwhile, the speed of the Flesh Ball monster ahead of him dropped sharply after exiting the secret passage, just as expected, due to the change in terrain.

Because of its size, the Flesh Ball monster inevitably encountered obstacles during its escape, while Locke was agile and completely unaffected.

With one gaining speed while the other slowed down, the distance of less than 1 kilometer between the two was quietly erased.

Under such extreme speed, in just a few dozen seconds, Locke had already caught sight of the Flesh Ball monster's clumsy running figure ahead.

He curled the corners of his mouth, revealing an eerie smile.

Meanwhile, Victor, who had thought he had escaped, was suddenly startled in his heart when he heard the intense movement behind him.

"No way, this kid can actually catch up?"

With suspicion, he turned his head back and sure enough, saw the black phantom rapidly approaching in the night, and even more so, the eerie smile on Locke's face. Such a sight made him feel terrified.

"This... how is this possible? I set up nearly 100 crossroads; how could he possibly distinguish them? This must be a hallucination."

"This must be a hallucination."

Victor closed his eyes and prayed, hoping this was just a hallucination caused by his excessive blood loss from his injuries today.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he found that the black phantom had not disappeared, but was instead getting closer and closer, now less than 200 meters away.

"No, no..."

Victor was starting to despair. He didn't want to die yet.

Although he still had means to catch Locke off guard, that was his trump card. Once used, if it failed to incapacitate Locke, then he would be the one to die.

Because as soon as that trump card was used, the Flesh Ball beneath him would instantly lose its ability to move.

And he would lose his last reliance.

Therefore, in such a critical situation just now, he had chosen to run away instead of using his trump card to fight Locke to the death.

The main reason was that he was not confident. After all, given the strength and aura Locke had displayed, he was not sure if his trump card could completely take him down.

"Stop running, Victor. You can't escape today."

As the moonlight shone longer, Locke's stamina became increasingly abundant. Having run at full speed for several kilometers, he showed no signs of being out of breath, and his voice was still full of energy when he called out.

Upon hearing Locke's words, Victor steeled his heart and ordered the Flesh Ball under him to stop.

"It seems I have no choice but to fight."

At this point, he knew that escape was impossible; he had to fight for his life.

"Oh... it seems you've made up your mind."

Locke did not rush directly in front of Victor to launch an attack, but instead drew his sword and stood still 20 meters in front of him.

Victor's expression was gloomy, as he had clearly prepared himself to fight to the death.

"Kid, I'll warn you one more time. Back down now, and we can stay out of each other's business and never cross paths again, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what?"