The distance was incomprehensible, and the live footage offered no sound.
However, it truly was a mystery how the sound of Malakai's fist slamming into Julius' face was all that echoed in the Sanguine Hall.
Everyone was silent.
Only the grinding of Varnel's teeth, the soft sobs of Khana behind him, and the relentless, meaty thuds of Malakai's punches thundered in their ears.
Varnel had never looked this furious in his life. He had forgotten that the highest powers of the Sanguine Clan were present in the hall.
He was on his feet, fists clenched, eyes blazing with a rage that couldn't be contained.
He looked like he wanted to leap into the screen and unleash carnage on every participant in that damn forest.
'Useless! Useless!'
The word boomed through his mind. He could hardly believe the level of incompetence he was witnessing. It shouldn't be possible. There was no way this… waste could have come from his blood.
Someone born from him couldn't be this weak. This pathetic.
