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A black figure gradually came out of the flames. It was the Black Mountain Demon Emperor! He looked a little messy, and there were scars all over his body. But obviously, they were just skin trauma. His black armor was shining with a Saint-level gloomy air. His body swelled several times, and his whole head completely turned into the shape of an ox demon with a bloody mouth and scarlet pupils like burning flames. Now he simply looked like the most terrible nightmare. He laughed wildly. His black armor flickered in a dusky and lurid glow, erasing all his wounds in an instant and enable him to return to his peak state.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

Hmm. When I woke up, it was already five in the afternoon so I took a bath and did my routines before going outside of the room. Looking from left to right, I felt annoyed when I saw Black who was leaning on the couch, comfortably watching something on the television. He's wearing a black shirt paired with a short that's below the knee. Heck! For a moment, I felt that my eyes were glued to him. His handsomeness and perfect built could truly be dangerous sometimes. Wearing only a simple cloth but still look like a freaking Greek-God who's only chilling on the couch.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

"You're struggling to deal with me alone. Now, with all of us attacking together, you don't stand a chance. What a joke." As soon as he finished speaking, a stronger black aura burst from his body. The black auras turned into countless monstrous faces in the air. "Ah! Ah!"

Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow. “I’m not gay, okay!” Grey suddenly shouted, drawing attention from everyone nearby. “What the hell! Let go of my hand!” Black finally let go, winked, and licked his lips seductively. Blue ran to Grey behind the counter and whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you use your powers on Black too? Did you forget?” Grey grinned. “Right.” He stepped out from behind the counter and stood beside Black. Placing his hand on the young man’s waist, Grey leaned in.

Zuberi hits a few buttons on his pad, and a big photo pops up under the glass. The male in the picture has a perfectly carved jaw, eyes like a deep black cavern, and a royal face that looks completely flawless. Even though he is standing with a big group of Alpha Council wolves, his massive power makes him stand out like a giant mountain. Any wolf who looks at the pad will see him first. "Mommy, look at him! He is super handsome, right?" Idris Blackthorne? The air leaves my lungs in a huge gasp, and my eyes stretch wide as I stare at the screen.

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.