This scene has already surpassed the intellectual capacity of most people present, and it is impossible to imagine what happened.
Without any energy fluctuations, without any flashy cover-ups, a life, especially that of a vampire elder, disappeared into thin air. It's simply an unsolvable mystery.
Before everyone could come to their senses, Yang Chen bent down and picked up the golden wine glass on the ground.
The edges of the cup were engraved with ancient patterns from the Common Era, appearing old but not particularly special.
However, Yang Chen did not feel particularly excited holding the so-called "Holy Grail" in his hand. It seemed like, to both factions, this item that supposedly granted "immortality" was nothing more than a piece of junk.
"Is it you...Did you kill Morpheus!?" Akmonde asked cautiously.
