Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1692 - 1681: Magic Ineffective

William also sighed heavily, burdened with worries.In terms of true strength, the Werewolves actually surpass the Blood Clan.

Although the Blood Clan has Princes with peak combat power, the Werewolves have Shaman Priests among their ten tribes.

To this day, the Blood Clan has not uncovered the secrets of the Shaman, but they firmly believe in one thing: the mysterious power the Shaman possesses can rival that of the Princes.

This was personally acknowledged by all thirteen Princes, so the Blood Clan has never dared to overly oppress the Werewolves.

Both sides can be considered evenly matched in terms of peak combat power, but the Werewolves possess a superiority the Blood Clan can never match.

The Blood Clan develops its members through the act of Embrace, which pales compared to the natural reproduction of the Werewolves.

If not for the harsh survival conditions of the Werewolves, coupled with the intentional oppression by the Blood Clan, the number of Werewolves might have far exceeded the Blood Clan's imaginings.

These are secondary matters; the main issue is the Werewolves' simple-mindedness and penchant for internal conflict, allowing the Blood Clan to maintain superiority.

But those days are over.

The Werewolves revere the strong, and the internal strife among the ten tribes is because all the Clan Leaders are Five-Fanged Warriors, none conceding to the others.

But now it's different.

The emergence of a War God-level master among the Werewolves will put an end to this internal strife.

The most terrifying thing is, although the Werewolves are divided into ten tribes, they are a symbiotic group with a shared evolutionary relationship.

If the Blood Fang Tribe can activate the War God Bloodline, in due time, the other nine tribes will also produce War God-level masters.

The Blood Clan's discovery of this was purely accidental.

During the Doomsday Battle at the Mount of Light, four Werewolf War Gods turned into bones on the spot,

and the War Gods from other tribes died one after another in the subsequent centuries.

Their cause of death was singular: "natural end of life."

Although Werewolves are not a Longevity Species, War Gods surviving for a thousand years by clinging to life is not out of the question.

Yet the remaining six War Gods all met their natural end.

Through secret records passed down in the Blood Clan, combined with the Shaman's mysterious legacy, the Blood Clan discovered this pattern.

Each of the ten tribes has only one strongest person and one Shaman Priest.

No matter who it is, whether a Clan Leader or a Shaman Priest,

if one dies, the Werewolves of other tribes in the same generation will also perish over the years.

Then a new generation's strongest will emerge.

This is quite mysterious, and the Blood Clan has yet to discover the secret.

This is the reason for Andrew's apprehension.

If that day truly arrives, the relationship between the Blood Clan and the Werewolves might be completely reversed.

At this thought, a flash of murderous intent appeared in William's and Andrew's eyes.

Bruce has only just activated the Wolf God Bloodline, and in terms of true strength, he is far from reaching the War God Realm.

If we snuff him out in the cradle now, it would completely extinguish all hope of the Werewolf tribes and ensure the Blood Clan's superiority for at least a millennium.

Just then, a chill ran through the two Dukes' hearts as they sensed a cold gaze upon them.

Looking at the decrepit and emaciated Uhr, William could not fathom why the Princes would fear the Shaman's power.

"Report to the Queen and wait for the final verdict."

A trace of coldness flashed in William's eyes as he began focusing on the scene before him. He was also curious about what was so magical about the reputed Wolf God's Bloodline.

Bruce, stepping through the void, spoke human language, "Human kid, you hit me terribly. It's my turn now."

"Just as I wished."

Ning Fan smiled dismissively, though his eyes carried a hint of caution.

In his Silver Wolf form, Bruce seemed like a different person; his aura was very calm, with no signs of aggression.

His eyes, the size of copper bells, sometimes flashed with a silvery light, exuding a wise gleam without any signs of being mentally dulled by the Bloodthirst Technique.

"Prepare to die."

As the words fell, Bruce's wolf claws swiped in the void.

A silver-white Moon Blade flew towards Ning Fan.

Seeing this, William smiled bitterly, "This is the Wolf God's Bloodline, allowing such simple-minded fools as the Werewolves to master Magic."

But what happened next shocked him.

The Wind Blade, cast by Bruce with Magic Power, vanished without a ripple against the Seven-Colored Protective Shield, as if it had sunk into the ocean without a trace.

Andrew exclaimed, "Old thing, did I see wrong? The Magic Power just disappeared?"

William hesitated and said, "You felt it too."

The only time William knew of Ning Fan clashing with the Blood Clan was when he faced Earl Mos.

During that time, Ning Fan's outward release of Holy Power defeated Mos without a fight.

Later, from Mos's descriptions, William always assumed it was the Holy Power in Ning Fan's strength that purified the Black Magic.

But seeing this firsthand, William realized how mistaken he was.

The ineffectiveness of Blood Clan Magic was not due to some suppression of power.

"Could Ning Fan's strength posses an Anti-Magic effect?"

Thinking this, William was somewhat in disbelief.

This implied Magic was completely ineffective against Ning Fan, that the Seven-Colored glow might be an Anti-Magic realm.

Bruce present didn't ponder much; upon discovering the attack was ineffective, he launched a second attack.

Bruce opened his wolf mouth, inside which was a silver-white light sphere forming.

The light of the sphere grew brighter and when launched from the wolf's mouth, it had grown from fist-sized to the size of a watermelon.

The silver sphere shot towards Ning Fan like a meteor.

The alien clan present collectively fell into a daze.

Ning Fan opened his hand, actively reaching for the sphere, then...

Then nothing happened.

The Magic Sphere, condensed from pure Magic Power, dissipated without a trace as if it were nothing but a puff of smoke.

Seeing this, Uhr seemed stimulated by something, crazily shouting, "Anti-Magic. This is Anti-Magic power. How can this be!"

"What is Anti-Magic?"

Looking at the scene dead silent as a grave, Ning Fan was baffled; he didn't understand the meaning of these two words at all.

Earlier, when confronting Mos, he noticed that the energy attack form of Magic Power seemed ineffective against him.

When Magic Power contacted his True Qi, it melted away like snow in spring.

So when he saw that sphere emitting Magic Power waves, Ning Fan, skilled and daring, caught it single-handedly.

Looking at the oblivious Ning Fan, a trace of envy flashed in William's eyes, and he laughed, "Mr. Ning, congratulations. From now on, you'll have a brand-new title."

"What title?"

Andrew responded bitterly, "Mage Slayer."

According to the division of power, the Blood Clan are also Mages, just with a stronger physique than human Mages.

"That title seems pretty good."

Seeing Ning Fan's calm expression, William felt a pang of bitterness in his heart,

Ning Fan didn't understand the significance of this title, but he understood it very well.

In the Western Cultivation World, whether among humans or alien clans, all pinnacle powers cultivate with Magic Power.