"I've been reborn."
At the foot of Julie Mountain.
Pruitt Wilde sat on a rock, covered in blood.
He looked at his broken arm, and then at the corpse before him, lost in thought.
In a radius of ten miles, there were no living souls.
The Julie Clan had stayed around the stone platform, waiting for their ancestor's revival.
But what they didn't expect was that what awaited them was death.
Pruitt Wilde, upon being resurrected, brutally slaughtered the Julie Clan in the simplest and most violent way.
"I live, but all my clan is gone," Pruitt Wilde stood, roaring in fury!
In his eyes, flames seemed to dance!
"Why! Why choose me!" He dashed forward, heading straight toward Julie Mountain!
Pruitt Wilde's steps were quick, each one carrying power!
A power that made the ground tremble!
Boom!
He crashed head-on into Julie Mountain!
The mountain bore a hole.
Pruitt Wilde swung a fierce punch!
Two punches!
