"Those who are not of our kind, must have a different heart."
This phrase was a truth forged by countless bloodshed.
Thus, Xue An had not a shred of mercy toward these Blood Clan members.
The white flames transformed into a sea of fire, rushing directly towards the Blood Clan.
All of them, except for Andre, perished in an instant, turned to ashes by the flames without a chance to breathe.
Andre was also tainted by a wisp of flame, despite rapidly employing many of the Blood Clan's restorative techniques.
But the flames, like maggots in decaying flesh, burned through his protective bloodlight and began to spread rapidly.
Andre was so terrified that he hurriedly threw out a piece of pale gold parchment.
"Father, save me!"
Boom!
A majestic presence filled the world, and the shadow of a Blood Clan figure with five pairs of golden wings appeared in mid-air.
This was Andre's lifesaving trick.
A secret script capable of summoning the shadow of a Blood Prince level being.
