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Chapter 732  Clan Head\'s Dead

The aftermath of the battle was beyond devastating. Every single citizen, soldier, guard, and Pagna warrior had died due to the fighting that went on.

On top of those, several of the Clan Heads had been defeated as well.

Of the four that had come from the Demonic Clans, two had been killed.

From the Light Faction, one of the Clan Heads had lost their lives, and then the Faction that had been dealt the biggest blow of them all was the Dark Faction.

They had lost three of their Clan Heads; only a single person had ended up surviving it all.

The fight was nearing its end; for miles out the trees had been destroyed, the grass uprooted, and now it just looked like a barren wasteland to all.

Belil was on one of his legs, blood soaked his skin, and was dripping out of his mouth.

His body was full of cuts. He was huffing and panting and looking ahead at the red Hybrid.

"How many times, how many times do we have to tear you up, rip you apart, and bring you down until you die!" Belil shouted.

He looked at the dead around him; Belil knew the fight was coming to an end.

The red Hybrid was trying to heal its wounds that were on its body, a large cut that was wrapped around the side of his stomach to his back.

The strange red substance that would form and allow him to heal, it had come to an end.

They were moving but were unable to attach themselves to his skin to heal the wound.

For a long time now, the red Hybrid was also unable to crystallize its body in the fight.

Yet they had still been fighting for a few days after the crystallization had stopped, just showing how strong the red Hybrid was.

"Look at how many, look at how many." The red Hybrid weakly said, pointing at the dead on the ground.

It was then that Belil had calmed his breathing, he got up from his knee, pushing off the ground and letting out a breath of hot air and Qi.

He then got back into a fighting position, and so did the remaining Clan Heads that were still alive.

The red Hybrid looked at his hand; his vision was blurring, even the people in front of him were blurring. He clicked his tongue as he looked at this sight.

"I\'ll remember you all." The red Hybrid claimed. "You fools who spouted your clan names, your factions, I will remember every single one of you."

"I don\'t care how long it takes, or if I have to go after the generations after you. I will make sure that your bloodlines no longer exist."

"All of you should have tried a little bit harder."

The warriors were a little confused; why was the Hybrid talking so confidently?

If anything, the warriors were sure they were going to win now. That was when Belil realized something.

He quickly kicked off his feet. He didn\'t like how the Hybrid was acting. The words he spoke could only mean one thing.

"He\'s trying to run away!" Belil shouted.

The other warriors soon caught on, but it was a little too late.

The Hybrid, with its own blood, drew a circle in the air. It lingered, staying in place, and started to glow, crystallizing like it had done before.

After the red crystallization started to glow, becoming a meld of different colors.

Seeing this, all of the warriors had the same thought. This looked a lot like another dimension.

Before Belil could reach him, the Hybrid stepped into the dimension while facing the others, walking backward with a devilish smile.

"Remember what I said." Those were the last words that the others had heard from the Hybrid.

It was a devastating day for the alliance. So much had been lost, and they had no clue whether or not the Hybrid would return.

Such a strong force appearing out of thin air, they had to continue living, believing that one day, that force could come back just like that.

And so, with what had occurred, the three factions had decided to continue their alliance.

They couldn\'t completely work together or join under one banner, but in its place, the Martial Arts Tournament was born.

This was where the three factions would regularly meet up and friendly exchange fists and swords.

The idea was to keep growing stronger, just in case another large threat would appear again.

As time went on, though, people forgot about what had occurred or the reasoning behind the alliance and Martial Arts Tournament.

The reason was replaced, and larger cracks could be seen in the relationships between the three.

On top of it all, the Dark Faction\'s strength was still vastly weaker than the others due to the events of the Hybrid.

The strong leaders were unable to fully pass on their skills to those in their clans, leaving them a little more behind compared to others.

As for what had occurred to the Hybrid, there was a reason why it hadn\'t returned.

When the Hybrid stepped through the portal, it had returned back to the place, to the world where it had come from.

Its vision was blurring even more, and it fell to its knees.

\'Those so-called Pagna warriors really hurt me. In all my years, in all the life I\'ve lived, I have never been hurt so much.\'

\'Why did they fight back so hard? What reason do they have! Do they really want to eliminate me and eliminate everything we have… damn them… damn them!\' n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The blurred vision continued with a large pain in the head, and the Hybrid passed out, falling on the floor.

A few moments later and the body was getting up. Immediately looking at his hands, and touching his face, he had come to a realization.

"My body… it\'s back, I got my body back!" Murkel was overjoyed, but now, how did he get back to Pagna?