Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1062 Falling Off The Cliff
Crystal’s POV:
In just a short amount of time, the situation became increasingly grave. Rufus’ mobility was severely hampered, while the two vampires who were attacking him were only marginally injured. They not only had extraordinary strength, but also displayed excellent teamwork, as if they had received extended training to fight against Rufus.
Rufus’ wounds had seriously affected him, and the bandage wrapped around his chest was now stained with blood. The two vampires seemed to outperform him.
The vampire standing directly in front of him also noticed his struggle. His lips curled up into an arrogant smile and he mockingly said, “I didn’t expect the strongest werewolf leader to experience such a wretched day. I think I’ll give you a decent death and transform you. What do you think? It will be interesting to turn the lycan king into a vampire.” With a thunderous expression, Rufus remained silent and extended his arm to block the attack.
Evil smiles lit up the vampires’ faces, and they exchanged glances as they slowly moved in tandem to get closer to Rufus. They synchronized their movements efficiently. It was clear that they wanted to f0rce Rufus off the cliff.
Darkness was falling rapidly. The wound on Rufus ‘ chest had probably popped open again from the vigorous movement, and blood gushed out, completely dyeing the bandage on his chest red.
I was so agitated that I rushed to the trees closest to Rufus, racking my brain for a solution. I couldn’t go any closer to him. If I did, my scent would reach him and he would discover I was around, which was the situation I couldn’t very well explain later.
I bit down on my lower lip, my anxiety so high that beads of sweat popped up on my forehead. Rufus was in a very bad state and wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. The vampires were unrestrained and exploited his weakness to subdue him.
I didn’t dare to show up in front of them, so I had to conceal myself behind the tree and secretly mobilize my black witch powers. I cast a few spells at the vampires.
The vampires engaged with Rufus were f0rced to slow down their a*s*sault. I was overjoyed and quickly used witchcraft to control their movements. However, Rufus noticed this as well. He spun around and shouted in the direction I was hiding, “Who is there?”
I reflexively retreated a few steps as I became the target of his sharp gaze. Perhaps my quick reaction aided in saving me from being discovered, but he kept shooting looks over his shoulder. His thick brows were tightly knitted, and his face had a questioning expression.
Fortunately, the dense miasma in the forest shrouded my figure at this point. The battle between the vampires and werewolves had created various stenches of flesh and blood. Rufus might not be able to find me.
I heaved a sigh of relief and carefully poked my head around the tree to look at him.
From one corner, a vampire launched an attack at Rufus while he was distracted. Rufus reacted quickly and the two flew at each other at a dazzling speed. At this moment, the two vampires who I had controlled with witchcraft regained their self-will. They cooperated with each other to strike Rufus from both sides and hit him on his chest.
Rufus stumbled but managed to steady himself. He lowered his head and bent over slightly, putting pressure on his chest wound with his hands. More blood poured out of it and dripped from his fingers to the ground.
I pinched myself hard to stop myself from charging ahead. Just as I was about to unleash my witchcraft to help, the vampire standing in front of Rufus pushed him off the cliff, sending him tumbling down.
Rufus’ men were terrified. They wanted to save their king, but were entangled with vampires.
At that moment, my eyes widened and my heart pounded painfully. Without hesitation, I jumped off the cliff.