The man's accent was rich with British flavor, and his expression immensely arrogant.
Thump!
At that moment, Griffin, drenched in sweat, knelt on the ground.
The man turned his head to glance at Griffin and frowned with disgust, "It's just a lowly and despicable demon!"
Griffin's face turned pale, humiliation evident in his eyes, yet he could do nothing but helplessly lower his head.
Because this was suppression at the level of bloodline.
He was utterly powerless to resist.
The blond man then said indifferently, "Chinese, I give you ten seconds. If you don't disappear, I'd be quite willing to taste what blood from the East tastes like."
As he spoke, the blond man gave a slight smile, revealing two terrifying fangs.
Blood Clan!
A high-ranking existence among the Dark Races.
Possessing an almost immortal lifespan and formidable strength, they had once ruled Europe for thousands of years.
