The elder of the blood clan pointed to a relatively rear position in the dark battle formation. Ahead was the outer wall of the fortress that had already been captured, with a multitude of dark warriors pushing and shoving, trying to surge through the breach in the wall. Constantly, force bullets, grenades, or shells flew from within the fortress, felling the dark warriors in groups, but they could not stop their advance.
In the chaotic crowd, there was an unremarkable figure moving with the dark army. He was slightly more agile than the surrounding warriors, and after a hundred meters, he showed a slight advantage in speed, but that was all.
From his appearance, he seemed to be a blood noble. If there was anything unusual, it was that the dark warriors around him often fell for no reason.
The elder of the blood clan watched for a moment, then adjusted the image, this time with the distribution of force. A faint red light appeared on the blood noble, the mark of blood aura, not very high in grade, matching his level.
The elder’s brows did not relax; instead, they furrowed even more. The column where the blood noble was located was already very close to the outer wall of the White Valve fortress. The screen was filled with the blinding light of force explosions. Dark warriors were either charging, dodging, or falling, figures weaving, making it hard to discern anything further.
The elder pondered and moved his fingers, switching the image to another corner of the battlefield. There, a human girl emerged from the ruins, appearing behind two werewolves. She dragged a particularly broad cleaver, and with a casual swing, she cut halfway through the neck of one of the werewolves.
This strike was like a ghost, and the two charging werewolves had no reaction until their necks were cut open, realizing too late that they had been attacked. But with a critical wound, they lost their ability to move, falling to the ground, twitching helplessly, letting the blood flow freely.
This injury was beyond saving, yet not immediately fatal. The key was not that the girl intended to inflict pain, but to conserve her strength as much as possible.
The momentum of the cleaver continued, completing its arc in the air, causing the girl’s slender body to rotate half a circle. The image showed her face, and the elder’s pupils constricted. Even by blood clan standards, this human girl was exceptionally beautiful, but her methods sent a chill down his spine.
A faint white glow emanated from the girl, but it was interwoven with tendrils of black mist.
The white glow was, of course, dawn force, which was expected. What was strange was the black mist. The elder recognized it as the dark aura of the demon clan. How could it appear on her? Another hybrid?
At this moment, the elder thoughtfully reached out and touched the image, switching it back to the peculiar blood noble. He leaped over a pile of ruins, seemingly unable to stop, colliding with a spider demon, knocking the half-human creature several steps to the side.
The human half of the spider demon turned, glaring fiercely at the blood noble, but did not roar. The collision had made the spider demon realize that the other’s strength far surpassed his own, wisely choosing to remain silent.
The blood noble ignored everything, moving forward, soon rushing into the outer wall. The spider demon, who had started to move, suddenly slowed, then swayed and fell, never rising again.
Seeing this, the elder broke his silence, gesturing and speaking in a raspy voice, “Tell Ruser, have him bring this strange child.”
A blood viscount standing beside him immediately bowed, with utmost respect, “As you wish.”
The elder said nothing more, continuing to watch the blood noble intently.
On the battlefield, Qian Ye was almost at the front line, the sounds of shouts and explosions filling his ears. He pressed against the side of a high-ranking blood warrior, reaching out to gently touch his waist. Sharp force pierced through the warrior’s armor and skin, leaving a barely noticeable wound, while sending a wisp of purple blood energy.
Between the outer and inner walls of the fortress was a death zone, with gunfire overhead and close combat on the ground. The high-ranking blood warrior sensed Qian Ye’s presence, paying no attention to the minor collision, and charged towards a nearby White Valve warrior. However, as he fully activated his blood aura, he jolted, slowly falling to the ground, unable to rise.
Qian Ye was about to repeat the same with a werewolf when a faint unease surged in his heart. He turned sharply, immediately seeing a powerfully built blood clan in ornate black armor rushing towards him. The nearly boiling blood aura contained sparse golden sparks, like flames.
It was also gold-burning blood!
Although the golden sparks were sparse compared to Qian Ye’s, the presence of gold-burning blood signified a qualitative change. This blood viscount, in reality, was far stronger than his rank suggested.
Qian Ye felt confident against a typical viscount, but he was unsure against this one with gold-burning blood. No longer hiding, he suddenly increased his speed, dashing diagonally, his form almost a blur.
The blood viscount also adjusted his direction like lightning, charging straight at Qian Ye, plowing through dark and White Valve warriors alike. Qian Ye felt a sharp, arrow-like intent aimed at him, as if an attack would come any moment.
At this point, Qian Ye knew he was exposed, though he couldn’t fathom how the other had spotted him in such chaos. Still, he had already breached the battlefield according to plan, and one more step would put him in the White Valve’s line.
Qian Ye glanced at the nearby battle, adjusting his steps, slipping behind a pile of rubble.
The blood viscount saw this, sneering, accelerating, ignoring any obstacles. Not even a few broken walls, or intact barracks, could stop him.
The sudden appearance of a blood viscount on the frontline drew the attention of the White Valve, with snipers on the main tower redirecting their aim. The White Dragon Armor glanced in the viscount’s direction, instinctively looking around, seemingly remembering something, and made no special moves, letting him approach the defense line.
Ruser rushed straight to where Qian Ye had last disappeared, his blood aura erupting, completely destroying the rubble. Stones and metal fragments flew in all directions, and nearby warriors, regardless of faction, scrambled to escape.
Ruser did not let up, his blood aura thickening. Indeed, a longsword shot through the dust cloud.
This was a heavy sword, unremarkable in appearance, save for the faint golden force lines on the blade, indicating it was no ordinary force sword. However, that was all. The force patterns were like vessels containing surging force, without any sign of powerful effects.
Ruser waved his left hand, and the massive shield on his back came to his grip, blocking the East Mountain sword. Ruser was extremely tall, even among blood clan, and the shield was as tall as a man, easily blocking the entire front.
The blood viscount did not merely defend; with the shield, he charged, aiming to knock Qian Ye over with sheer force. Many opponents had been seriously injured in the first clash by Ruser’s strength, surpassing even that of the spider demons.
Qian Ye did not dodge, the light of East Mountain’s crystal flowing faster and stronger. He roared, slashing at the center of the shield!
This blow combined force and physical strength, unprecedented in power.
Sword and shield clashed, producing a piercing metallic screech. A faint wave of force spread out from the two, toppling warriors within dozens of meters, who clutched their ears, blood seeping between their fingers.
Ruser’s body jolted, his face turning a glaring red, retreating two steps. Qian Ye’s blood aura surged, also stepping back.
They seemed evenly matched.
Ruser peered from behind the shield, his blood-tinged eyes staring at Qian Ye, extremely surprised. Tasked to intercept Qian Ye, he knew something was off, and did not underestimate his opponent, yet he never expected an even match in a head-on collision.
Most creatures’ strength correlates with their size. Ruser, with exceptional natural talent, was stronger than a spider demon of his level, and taller than a typical blood clan. This person was not short, but his build was slim. Could it be that his force level far exceeded his own?
Ruser shook his head, dismissing the idea. The earlier strike had a vague void attribute, making the faction unclear, but he was certain the other was still a baron.
Qian Ye was not as calm as he appeared, leaning on his sword, trying to hide the occasional tremor in his hands. That clash was rare for him not to overpower his opponent. Not being at a disadvantage was due to Qian Ye’s preparation and the weight of East Mountain, which was heavier than Ruser’s shield.
In Qian Ye’s chest, his blood core pulsed, his blood turning into a burning golden flame, sending powerful energy to every part of his body. The numbness from the collision quickly faded, new strength surging.
Feeling the growing power, Qian Ye relished the control over every part of his body, a truly exquisite sensation, almost intoxicating.
That straightforward clash with Ruser advanced Qian Ye’s gold-burning blood, close to spreading throughout his body. Advancing to a first-rank baron would be a matter of time. It seemed that such all-out battles were an effective way to improve.
But after that clash, Qian Ye knew he was no match for the blood viscount. Using the Origin Gun might give him a chance, but on this battlefield, using it would attract the attention of many, especially the looming shadow of the blood clan’s warship above.
“You…” Ruser spoke slowly, doubt in his eyes.
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