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Song Jian gripped the long sword in his hand, warily staring at the Blood Clan monster before him.
"So you're unwilling to retreat, huh?" The Blood Clan male revealed a hideous grin, holding out his right hand. In his palm lay a translucent heart, which appeared phantom-like, still pulsating endlessly.
"Then stay and become one of His Majesty's attendants," the Blood Clan male cackled wickedly, his right hand squeezing the ghostlike heart, which "plopped" into a mass of mush, seeping through the cracks between his fingers.
Plop~
Song Jian suddenly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling a surge of excruciating pain in his heart.
More than five thousand points of damage floated up from above Song Jian's head, causing his Vitality Points to decrease by half at once.
