The small smile on Wangnan’s face faded at Zena’s words, giving way to a solemn look. He had hoped that his natural healing of the demon bloodline would kick in, so that he could use the blood of his Lord later on, in more desperate situations.
But it seems he would have to consu it now. The mont he opened the lid of the transparent vial, he could already sense the overwhelming power contained within.
Because, unlike Zena, Wangnan possessed the chaosblood aspect, his senses and desire for this small drop of demonic blood were much more acute and prominent in him.
He would receive much greater benefit from consuming it than Zena had. Without hesitation, he poured the drop into his mouth. And boundless wave of power coursed through his veins.
Shang!!!
Shang!!!
His entire body, every single cell, felt as if it were set on fire.
His own bloodline roared with a maddening frenzy. It was the first ti he had drunk a drop of his Lord’s power. He could not help but shudder at the thought of it. The potency of this one drop was enough for him to feel his level as a Seeker grow ever so slightly.
Not to ntion the barrage of notifications indicating his slight improvents in all stats, which were already at a horrendous scale.
As soone who possessed two of the greatest bloodline aspects, he knew very well how great his potential was.
He rembered the words Gareth once said to him, "If there is soone who can near or reach a similar level of strength as Osiris, that person would most likely be you."
Those words, at that ti, made his heart clench in excitent. Even though he had not yet seen Osiris a second ti, his respect for Osiris was imasurable.
Yet at this mont, the sheer power contained in this one drop made his respect for Osiris grow even stronger.
But at the sa ti, his confidence dimd ever so slightly; if he was struggling like this, just to absorb a single drop of his Lord’s blood. How could he ever hope to stand alongside him shoulder to shoulder?
With a furious roar of unwillingness, his willpower burst forth like a tide, containing all that power in both his aspects. He forced himself so that his power level would not increase. Thinking that his foundation was still lacking. That he could not simply walk along the Seeker’s path mindlessly.
From the sides, Zena watched the eruption of Wangnan’s power with a skeptical look. She was already drooling when Wangnan opened that lid, but this burst of power after Wangnan consud the blood. It was much, much stronger compared to when she had consud Osiris’s blood.
She gritted her teeth, jealousy rising within her once more. She bit her lip. Why couldn’t she have t that demon sooner, if only she had t him before becoming a seeker? She also could have had the sa level of potential, or at least sothing close.
In the end, it took Wangnan no more than a minute to harness the power in that drop and make it his own. His presence and foundation had slightly changed; it had beco much more controlled and heavy.
Wangnan nodded to Zena and made Enrick’s ghastly body float. Both of them started to fly towards the barrier of the Gray fog zone. It was ti to exit.
Zena looked back for a mont, towards the titanic wolf, which was still trembling and squirming. The parasitic hideous python of the Corrupted Elf had pierced into the brain of the creature. Even then, the damned wolf could not be killed.
Wangnan’s reassuring voice reached her ears, "Don’t worry. As long as my parasite keeps eating away at its brain, it won’t be able to do anything. Unfortunately, I don’t think I would be able to kill it even if I tried my best."
Wangnan sighed, "This beast truly is worthy of its na as The Immortal Wolf."
Zena said with a frown, "Why would you think about killing it? We were strictly ordered not to by our Lord."
Wangnan could only shake his head; it seed no matter what he said, this woman was hellbent on being displeased and disagreeing with him on every turn.
Of course, Wangnan could easily see the reason behind it: jealousy. But he didn’t mind it. He was an old man who was revived from the death’s door. The hell he lived through his entire life, how could this little girl understand that?
But even so, he was indeed extrely lucky, which was why his gratitude towards Osiris was endless. Even if Zena showed obvious jealousy towards him, he would only try his best to help her and everyone else under the command of his Lord.
Without thinking about these things anymore, his speed increased. Zena also followed with a cold harrumph.
Eventually, as the two of them exited the gray fog, with the half-dead bodies of the Royal Heirs of Blackvale and Samartan beside them.
They did not imdiately erupt with their power; as a result, they didn’t attract much attention in such a chaotic battlefield.
They both surveyed all around for a mont. Zena’s eyes landed on her bloodied brother. Who was on the verge of defeat? Wearing the sa mask as hers.
For Wangnan, his gaze flicked towards the Golden Prince, who seed to have already killed two of the six minor kingdoms’ royal heirs.
They did not imdiately rush out to join any fights.
Zena took a step forward. She shouted in a booming voice that caused a ripple to spread through the entire war zone, catching everyone’s attention, "Forces of Blackvale and Samartan, we have your only living Royal Heirs in our hands."
The mont those words reached the soldiers of Blackvale and Samartan, their battle concentration faltered; even from the back, an innurable number of peak third-phase, or even fourth-phase, existences were forced to look upon her.
Even the soldiers of the Suncrest, or the mbers of the Affiliated army, gazed upon her similarly.
And just like she had said, the bodies of Thorian and Enrick floated right beside the two demonic entities, though they were not exuding any traces of being demons at the mont.
The state of the two princes was so grueso that everyone who saw it sucked in a sharp breath; the life force of the two princes barely flickered as if their one foot was already in the grave.
Zena noticed that countless powerhouses were ready to move swiftly to retrieve the bodies of Thorian and Enrick.
Hundreds of killing intent from even multiple kiloters away crashed onto Zena. But she stood tall, a visible sneer on her face.
This ti, Wangnan stepped forward. With his robust foundation, he retaliated directly against the countless killing intent coming from afar.
He spoke, a soft smile on his lips, but the words he said were chilling to the bone: "The reason why we say that these are the only living Royal Heirs is that... we have killed Yasmin Samartan and Prince Nox Blackvale."
If the words of Zena made so of the countless battles stop, then this ti, the words of Wangnan almost made 2/3 of the entire warzone. Descend into a deathly silence.
To make his words convincing, Wangnan showed a cut-off hand of Princess Yasmin, while Zena showed the cut-off head of Prince Nox.
The silence that descended upon the battlefield was chilling. Followed by endless screams of collective rage by the soldiers of Blackvale and Samartan.
Two streams of extrely heavy power from 4th-phase seekers crashed down on Zena and Wangnan, as if to make sure they could not move. A glint appeared in Zena’s eyes; she could see almost a Dozen peak third-phase seekers rushing in this direction, their gaze filled with killing intent.
These powerhouses were veteran combatants; they were extrely fast, not to ntion the innurable number of third-phase seekers below who were also coming to kill the two of them.
It seed like there was no escape from any side, and they could only die.
But, contrary to the hopeless situation, vicious smiles appeared on the faces of both Wangnan and Zena.
Both dashed in two different directions, but the bodies of Thorian and Enrick remained hovering in that place.
However, there were two glowing artifacts attached to their bodies. Which were making beeping sounds nonstop.
The desperate shout of a mighty 4th phase seeker thundered throughout the battlefield, "NOOOOOOOO... THE BODIES OF THE PRINCE’S ARE ABOUT TO TELEPORT AWAY...."
A few of the strongest peak third-phase seekers used every ounce of their power to reach the two unconscious bodies, but they were already too late.
Beep!!!
Beep!!!
Shring!!!!
With a bright flash, the two bodies had already teleported away.
Zena appeared at the point where her brother was in a flash. Her target was obviously the last one of the Dark Trio, Jaden Redmar.
The mont Zena’s power burst forth with all of her demonic energy included. Jaden shuddered in terror, not to ntion Zena’s speed was too fast for him to react.
Kaching!!!!
With a single overbearing swing of her spear, she cut off the two legs of Jaden Redmar right on his knees, as if a hot knife slicing through butter.
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