Chapter 256

"It's over. It's all over now," Isfrid said, her face ashen, her expression despairing. She had barged in confidently, but she hadn't expected to encounter Darkwrath. In terms of raw strength, she was ultimately outmatched.

"Allow me," Dustin said, appearing beside her.

"You?" she frowned.

"I'm not even his match. What can you do? Leave immediately! Don't throw your life away!" Even though she looked down on him, she didn't want him to die in vain. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Isfrid's frustration grew at his lack of reaction.

"This guy is unpredictable. He's also ranked in the top ten of The Hundred Immortals. You're no match for him. I'll buy you time. Escape while you can! When you get back, ask Mrs. Harmon to send a highly skilled fighter. Go!" she bellowed.

As the leader of Team Five, she wouldn't abandon her teammates and escape alone. That's why she needed someone else to deliver the message.

"So what if he's ranked eighth? He's nothing but a mere ant," Dustin said, his expression frosty, pushing forward.

"Hey! Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? This is not the time to be brave. You're never going to beat him. What you're doing is suicide."

Isfrid was anxious and angry. She'd never seen anyone so foolishly choose a losing battle. This guy was hopeless.

"Kiddo, you should have taken her advice. If you'd escaped earlier, you might have lived. But now, goodbye," Darkwrath said, a sinister smile curving his lips. He licked the blood on his steel claws like a maniac.

"Where's Natasha? Let her go, and I'll let you live," Dustin ordered coldly.

Everyone was stunned. Nobody expected those words.

"Kiddo, you're pretty wild for someone who's about to die. It seems I need to teach you a lesson!" Darkwrath's expression turned cold, his patience lost.

He lunged forward like a rocket, charging toward Dustin. He waved his hand; his steel claws shimmered like rays of light, aiming straight for Dustin's throat.

"Run!" Istrid shouted. That move had killed most of her team; even she would have difficulty dodging it.

"Can you outrun me?" Darkwrath grinned devilishly, speeding up.

"Lend me your sword." With a thought, the sword on the floor sprang up and landed firmly in his hand. He flicked his wrist; the blade pierced Darkwrath with a shimmer and a thunderous whistle.

A deafening clang of metal followed. The shimmering blade shattered Darkwrath's steel claws and, without stopping, pierced his neck. His body stiffened, as if turning to stone. A thin line of blood formed at his throat, quickly widening into a gaping wound.

The next second, his head rolled to Istrid's feet with a thud, his widened eyes staring into hers. He had died a regretful death.