He suddenly raised his head, his eyes red as blood. Thick veins, like slender serpents, slithered across half of his face.
The bat illusion disappeared, some tens of meters away.
A coffin in the blood pool opened, and a figure elegantly dressed emerged. It was a slightly thin male with a pale complexion.
He brandished a cane, and his whole body continuously emitted blood-colored steam, his aura leaking out massively.
Even from far away, Casio could smell the terrifyingly dark, evil scent. Emanating from it was a blood energy far surpassing that of Alfama's direct bloodline, evoking an abyss-like heaviness, ancientness, and decay.
"What the hell!"
He immediately sensed the pressure of the aura. Casio understood that this blood clan member was far beyond his ability to fight against.
"Let's go."
Casio landed a heavy elbow hit on Duomeng beside him.
Duomeng snapped out of his daze with a confused expression, "Holy shit!"
Whew!
