Chapter 2712

Wild Ram was a mysterious organization that had been around for a long time. They were unlike those who followed the orthodox teachings of Goodspear Mountain. These individuals grouped up spontaneously and traveled under the banner of Wild Ram. As there were no rules governing them, many of their members engaged in unscrupulous activities.

The wealthy Mauris family from Capiton was one of their strongholds. Morgan, the patriarch, was essentially one of the leaders of all organized factions within Wild Ram.

However, Morgan himself lacked any talent for martial arts. The fact that he was a leader among martial artists without any abilities weighed heavily on him.

Due to this, he struck a deal with the Wakefield family in Palvere. He was sure he could awaken his true energy as long as he got his hands on Hazel!

Back at the entrance of the Palvere highway, Tybalt and his group were clashing with the Wild Ram members.

Tybalt knew that to catch a thief, one had to first capture the leader. He quickly dashed toward the white-haired old man. Just as he was about to attack him, a terrifying demon suddenly appeared behind the old man, baring its blood-soaked maw. It lunged toward Tybalt.

Gathering all his strength, Tybalt threw a punch at the demon. However, even as it dissipated, it seemed capable of putting itself back together. Tybalt quickly retreated.

When Tybalt looked around again, he noticed his group had crumbled, with some of his men suffering dire fates. Enraged by the sight, he shouted, "You... You scoundrels!"

The old man watched Tybalt with keen interest. "I see. It seems we're operating on similar principles-utilizing the power of emotions."

Tybalt's body erupted with a crimson energy as he roared in anger. Before anyone could react, the Wild Ram members surrounding him were swiftly defeated.

Seeing this, the old man no longer suppressed his strength and unleashed his power. He summoned forth the three manifestations of his dark emotions and commanded them forward.

The three malignants lunged at Tybalt, but he stood his ground without moving an inch. In an instant, they were scattered.

The old man felt his overwhelming power but remained unfazed. "The Wrath Juggernaut and Golden Bell-this kid certainly knows how to hide his abilities."

Suddenly, a blade formed from crimson energy shot toward the old man. He quickly retreated, summoning the three dark malignants once more.

"How clever of you. He knows that our powers can affect emotions, so this guy let his guard down to allow an emotion to go to the far extreme. Unfortunately, while immense anger is indeed powerful, it's still not enough to influence me!"

The old man swiftly flashed to Tybalt's side. "I don't know why I'm running into that guy from the monastery here, but your weaknesses are all the same!"

With a finger aimed directly at Tybalt's eyes, the old man exclaimed, "Eye of Rage!" His intention was to blind Tybalt, thereby disabling his Wrath Juggernaut.

However, to the old man's shock, Tybalt grabbed his arm.

"How is this possible?! How can you still move after activating the Golden Bell?"

In response, Tybalt rained down blows on the old man. The old man suffered severe injuries, losing an arm and a leg before being sent flying several meters away.

Tybalt hurriedly shut down the Wrath Juggernaut, feeling his eyes rapidly filling with blood. It felt as if they were about to burst at any moment.