Chapter - 3054

Once the orders were issued, the horde from Netherworld launched a frenzied attack on Zeke and his companions.

Sole Wolf let out a hearty laugh. “Let an old man like me exchange a few moves with you!"

With that declaration, he charged straight into the midst of the Netherworldians.

Sole Wolf had long attained the rank of Celestial Class, making his strength formidable even in the mortal world. These Netherworld adversaries were no match for his prowess.

Sole Wolf's punches and kicks landed with precision, incapacitating the Netherworldians one after another. The battlefield was soon strewn with casualties, leaving many unable to fight back.

As his gaze shifted back to Zyreth, he could see the young master's expression shifting rapidly, realizing that his plans were crumbling.

Seeing that things were going south, he took to his heels and ran, but Zeke was not about to let him get away.

In a swift motion, Zeke materialized next to Zyreth, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

Zyreth was greatly startled, and instinctively pulled out a dagger from his attire and lunged at Zeke. Yet, to his astonishment, the blade couldn't penetrate Zeke's form, as if he were striking against a solid wall.

As the reality dawned on him, Zyreth, a powerful young master from the Netherworld, found himself humiliated and powerless. Despite his formidable strength-nearly at the King Class, just one step away from Celestial Class-he couldn't even scratch Zeke's defenses.

Just how powerful was this man before him?

Zyreth couldn't even begin to imagine.

Zeke's smile sent a shiver down Zyreth's spine, sending a wave of dread through him. "Y-You can't kill me. I'm the young master of Netherworld!" His voice trembled, desperation tainting his words, "If you eliminate me, you'll be making a formidable enemy out of Netherworld..."

Zeke laughed, "You make it sound as if sparing you would prevent Netherworld from being my enemy." He locked eyes with Zyreth, his tone resolute. "And even if Netherworld didn't consider me an enemy, I would still stand against it. If the Netherworld doesn't fall, I won't rest."

Zyreth gasped, his voice tinged with uncertainty, “Wait, w-what do you mean? Netherworld doesn't have many foes. A-Are you one of them?"

"Exactly. It's a deep-seated hatred."

"A deep-seated hatred? W-Who exactly are you?” Zyreth asked, drawing in a deep breath.

"Can't you piece it together yet?"

"D-Don't tell me, you're the former Great Marshal?"

There's no f*cking way!

Sole Wolf interjected firmly, “In this world, there's only one Great Marshal, and that's the man standing right here. What former Great Marshal? Stop spouting nonsense!"

At that moment, a surge of helplessness washed over Zyreth. He had heard the tales circulating about the ruthless and bloodthirsty Zeke, a figure capable of devouring any entity without a second thought. As expected, it's the Great Marshal, Zeke Williams! Now that I'm in his grasp, is there any hope for a positive outcome?"

Zeke's voice cut through the tension. "Netherworld has committed countless heinous crimes without restraint. I now pass judgment upon you for your sin-"

"Wait!" Zyreth's voice pierced the air, desperation evident in his tone. "You can't kill me! Y-You mustn't..."

"Oh?" Zeke's gaze held a curious glint, amusement dancing in his eyes as he questioned, "Tell me, why should I spare your life?"

Zyreth stumbled over his words. "YYou're about to engage in a life-or death duel with my godfather. And trust me, you're destined to lose against him. Once you're defeated, there'll be no escape. However, if you keep me alive, I can serve as a bargaining chip against my godfather. He'll surely provide you a way to survive. It's your only chance."

What bullsh*t! Without a moment's pause, Sole Wolf delivered a resounding slap to Zyreth's face. "Enough of your blabbering! Zeke doesn't even bat an eyelid at the socalled new Great Marshal. Your threats hold no weight. Zeke, let me handle this. You don't need to soil your hands."

With a nonchalant gesture, Zeke tossed Zyreth over to Sole Wolf, saying, "Make it quick."

"Understood!"

Just as Sole Wolf's strike was about to land, Zyreth's voice echoed in a panicked plea, "N-No! Zeke, don't you care about your parents anymore? If I die, your parents will also perish!"

Zeke looked at the man, his curiosity piqued.