Long Fei, seeing the glass cup growing larger and larger in mid-air, tried to dodge.
Yet the Holy Grail naturally possessed a power that restricted space, and Long Fei, despite deploying the Power of Spatial Law, found that he couldn't evade it.
A streak of Mysterious Light struck, and with a thud, the Holy Grail fell, ensnaring Long Fei completely inside.
Dracula sneered coldly, "Pathetic Eastern man, you crumble like an ant, yet you foolishly think you can evade the Grail's confinement. Dying here, you have tainted the purity of the Holy Grail; such a pity."
Beneath the Grail, its convex bottom and sides seemed to act like a lens, endlessly draining Taihua's Power and sweeping it over Long Fei.
Inside the Crystal Cup, a sharp golden light shone, much like in an oven.
Long Fei's physical body, tough as true iron, was still relentlessly burned by Taihua's Power. His skin split open, white steam rising from his body as if he were being cooked, emitting a strong meaty aroma.
