"Yara Church?"
The elderly Blood Clan revealed a mocking smile. His face had no flesh, only skin, making him look exceptionally sinister.
"You think they don't know?"
"My name is Magnus Conn. Young man, remember this name well!"
The Blood Clan's gaze toward Ronan turned strange, faintly revealing a greedy, yearning hunger.
"I shall grant you eternity!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ronan answered with bullets.
This time, he had switched to the faster-firing "Ranger," firing six alchemical bullets in rapid succession.
But every single bullet missed!
The instant Ronan made his move, Magnus Conn suddenly raised his right arm and used the black robe he wore to cover his face, instantly transforming into a mass of black smoke.
It drifted away in a flash, leaving no trace to follow!
Ronan's eyes narrowed.
This Blood Clan was the strongest enemy Ronan had encountered so far. He did not know what abilities his opponent possessed, but dealing with him easily was clearly impossible.
With a flick of his wrist, Ronan dumped all the spent casings from the Ranger's cylinder. His left thumb moved swiftly, loading fresh bullets one after another.
The next moment, he abruptly looked to his right and simultaneously leaped several steps backward.
A black arc flashed past the spot where Ronan had just stood.
Magnus Conn's figure reappeared.
Having missed with his strike, the powerful Blood Clan gave Ronan a strange smile, then raised his arms and spread open his robe.
Endless power of darkness surged forth, swallowing all light in an instant and plunging the entire space into an abyss!
Dark Sky Curtain!
This was a powerful secret art possessed only by high-level Blood Clan. Once unleashed, light sank and darkness endured forever, casting all those within into despair and fear.
At most, they could only bring out thirty