The moment he sensed that one had been created, he broke it apart by using his mental energy.
The others were doing the same too.
This was the reason Manananggal's copy couldn't control their blood externally even though they were in his range.
Any order he had given would be contested heavily by the true owner of the blood.
It was like trying to reclaim ownership of a castle with its soldiers while the emperor was still sitting on the throne.
With mere 5%, Manananggal's copy could cause blood clotting from such a distance.
If he wanted to cause more damage, he would need either to inject them with a bit of his bloodline or wound them and extract it.
'Damn it, this is never ending!' Rotspawn cursed while continuing to pop off a blood clot after the other.
'Just keep defending.' Felix stressed, 'If we adapted to this attack, we will have a much easier time later on during our true ambush.'
