Ronan gripped Magnus Conn's clawed hand tightly, Killing Intent blazing in his eyes!
This high-level Blood Clan had thought he could drive Ronan back through Close Combat, never imagining that this was exactly what Ronan wanted.
His left hand was like an indestructible iron clamp. No matter how Magnus Conn struggled, he could not break free. Then, Ronan continuously drove Psionic Power into the latter's body by force.
Suppressing this high-level Blood Clan's bloodline power!
At this moment, Magnus Conn's gaunt face twisted completely out of shape. His neck, arms, and legs convulsed violently, while countless dark-red blood veins surfaced across his skin.
This was the sign of bloodline power being pushed to its utmost limit.
The Blood Clan's fundamental power lay in their bloodlines. Powerful bloodlines allowed them to resist many forms of harm, making them a naturally extraordinary race. They could also continuously evolve by absorbing the energy of the Blood Moon.
Bloodline power could also let the Blood Clan erupt with unimaginable strength in moments of peril.
The higher a Blood Clan's rank, the more terrifying the bloodline power they could unleash.
Yet even with Magnus Conn erupting with all his strength, he was still held firmly beneath Ronan's Psionic Power.
Two utterly different powers clashed violently within this high-level Blood Clan's body, mercilessly tearing apart his muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs, inflicting horrifying internal injuries.
If Magnus Conn's vitality had not been so formidable, he would likely have died on the spot in an instant!
Even so, he could not stop a shrill, miserable howl from escaping him. Black, filthy blood seeped simultaneously from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, while the blood veins across his body burst one after another, leaking wisps of smoke.
Despite being reduced to such a miserable state, this high-level