The Raksasa King turned around when he heard Amastan’s voice.

He let out a relieved and emotional smile when he saw his son. “Haha! God forbid!”

He glanced behind Amastan and asked, “Why are you by yourself? Where’s your brother?”

Although his second son, Amastan had great strength, he was too impulsive. Hence, he favored his eldest son, Alaric, and only he could take over his throne.

Amastan was unhappy that his father was asking about his brother the first thing upon meeting him. He felt annoyed.

He wondered which part of him was inferior to Alaric. Why did his father always think that Alaric would be the next Raksasa King?

He suppressed his anger within and tried to put on an upset look. “Father, Alaric… something happened.”

He wiped a tear pretentiously and continued, “The Nine Continent army raided us yesterday. Alaric went to the battlefield himself and suffered grave injuries from Darryl Darby of the Nine Continent. He succumbed to his fatal wounds…”

“What?”

Raksasa Kin