Under the combined assault of the Three Blood Ancestors, a fierce Aether Storm swept in from all directions. Explosions boomed violently, shearing a hundred meters off the towering cliff, while dust and smoke filled the heavens.
Yet such a smooth advance brought the three no joy of victory. Instead, their hearts sank, and their expressions grew grave.
Because the strange sense of resistance ahead caused the power they unleashed to vanish like clay oxen sinking into the sea, unable to advance an inch.
As the dust dispersed, a milky-white curtain of light stood between the Three Blood Ancestors, flickering rhythmically between bright and dim as though it were breathing.
The figure standing beneath the light had his eyes gently closed and remained still. His body was like a gemstone, unconsciously exuding an enticing sweetness.
Get him! Devour him!
In an instant, mad greed and delusion sprouted and spread through the consciousness of the Three Blood Ancestors like weeds.
Again!
The only Blood Ancestor with a human form, Kromkrei Petashakche, raised both hands. The Principle Blood Ring on his right index finger, engraved with dense spells, blossomed with dazzling blood-red light. The floating magecraft city descended upon the cliff like a falling meteor, trailing flames born from its violent friction against the air.
My city, my kingdom—by the blood pact, descend and deliver punishment! Kingdom Descent!
Boom!
At the same time, the ground rose in rolling waves. Blood-red thorny vines lurking deep beneath the earth burst from the soil, piercing through the cliff beneath the man's feet and attacking in tandem with the fortress descending from above.
Roar!
Immediately afterward, the dense white mist ahead gathered into a distorted human face. Its mouth opened and closed at an absurdly exaggerated angle, releasing a shriek that shook the soul. Wherever the demonic