Compared to Destroyer of Vision, who excelled at manipulating illusions but was not particularly skilled at killing, the First Generation Blood Ancestor—Alucard—had far greater combat experience. He had personally slaughtered millions and even killed more than eight powerful beings. Blood Origin was a true expert in slaughter, someone who had stepped over countless corpses to reach the summit.
In that instant, Elizabeth, who had struggled to break free from the blood coffin, felt a fear of death rise from the depths of her soul the moment Blood Origin's eyes fixed upon her.
Had Zhang Chen not spoken up to stop Blood Origin, Elizabeth would likely have truly been killed. Even if only her Sand Mercenary Doppelganger died, that death would have shattered her spirit. The next time she encountered Blood Origin, she would still have no ability to fight, only wait to be truly killed.
"Miss Anna, are you all right?"
Zhang Chen's words pulled the distraught Elizabeth, who was sitting on the ground, back to reality.
"I'm fine. What happened to your right hand? Has it reached the limit of what the sand mercenary body can endure?" Elizabeth noticed a thumb-sized hole at Zhang Chen's right elbow, with yellow sand slowly trickling out from within.
"More or less..."
Zhang Chen looked rather helpless as well. Though the hole in his right arm seemed insignificant, it greatly affected how much of his strength he could use. If he exerted himself fully again and pushed his body to its limit, his entire right arm might collapse outright.
"How about this? Let's exchange Sand Mercenary Doppelgangers... We only need to switch the consciousness-thread connections."
"There's no need. I remember Bodhi Patriarch mentioning this in the precautions. Such a practice isn't allowed during the competition. Otherwise, the finals throughout the Quicksand Maze would