At this moment.
The bloodline tower.
Kriman, who was already 1600 years old, was sitting cross-legged in the Tower, feeling his bloodline.
Compared to 800 years ago, he was now at the Nebula level, just 200 years away from the agreement he had with Eli.
"There are still two hundred years?" He frowned.
A fourth-circle warlock could only live for about 2000 years, so he could only live for a few hundred years at most. However, he was used to the feeling of being supported by resources, and he could not leave the bloodline tower.
"Forget it. It's fine like this." Kriman shook his head.
He didn't want to go back to the central continent anyway, and he couldn't defeat Herman.
He had met Herman a few times in the past hundreds of years, but Herman's level was only way higher than his. He had tried to challenge Herman, but he could barely last more than a few moves.
