The Blood of the Lycan

ZHAN SHENG CHOKED on a scream. Lei Bo's body fell to the ground, his eyes wide open as the sword was ripped from his chest. The mating bond between them shrilled before shattering completely and Zhan Sheng felt it like a thousand knives were piercing his body.

No.

The wound on his shoulder bled and he snarled, grabbing the cultivator that slashed him by the neck and ripped out his throat. A blistering red haze filled his vision as he fought through the sea of cultivators, cutting them down piece by piece, ignoring the cries of horror as his body began to transform.

The devil's blood swarmed and his heart beat in his chest like a drum as the world around him nearly faded into darkness, his true nature finally erupted in his veins.