The beauty of night lay in its tranquility and mystery.
But in the town of Congleton, the night—
Was now an eerie blood-red and exceptionally clamorous.
The continuous rumbling was like unending artillery fire, while powerful shockwaves periodically swept through.
Hank and Han had fought their way to a lake called Astbury in the town's northwest.
The former floated in midair, surrounded by multicolored white light.
The latter stood amid surging waves, his blood energy boiling around him.
From their heaving chests and somewhat labored breathing, it was clear that both had come under considerable pressure.
The result was that the entire town had been reduced to ruins.
As far as the eye could see, crimson Blood Flame burned everywhere.
This mist-like, fire-like energy spread wantonly, burning houses, trees, streets, and corpses, as though it intended to devour everything in a sea of flames.
Especially when it came into contact with flesh and blood, it consumed it cleanly without wasting anything, creating even greater amounts of Blood Flame.
In the end, it burned the bones into charcoal. Clearly, it did not like bones.
Han had turned misfortune into a blessing.
Who could have imagined that the Boil Release Kekkei Genkai he had gained because of Five-Tails King Mu—
Would evolve into the Blood Flame, a Kekkei Tōta, after he became a Vampire in this world?
This was an ability on the same level as Dust Release!
All one could say was that the myriad worlds were like this: filled with endless dangers, but also endless opportunities.
The only problem was that Hank had already confirmed that Han's consciousness was being controlled.
Yet he still did not know how it was being controlled, or how to Dispel it.
For now, all he could think of was exhausting Han's stamina and energy