"Chase them!!" After standing there in a daze for several seconds, Sarah instantly flew into a rage when she watched the three fat ducks vanish right before her eyes. "Where are they?"
She was asking a fellow behind her who wore a scarlet cloak. If the Blood Clan members who had died earlier had seen the person beneath that cloak, they would have been utterly shocked. Those pure crimson eyes were a perfect match for the Blood Clan's bloodline, yet despite watching more than a hundred thousand of his kind die in Emerald City, his face showed no reaction at all.
Faced with Sarah's furious question, he answered indifferently, "According to the tracking, they're not far away. Let me check the map."
His voice was so leisurely that he sounded as though he were discussing what vegetables to buy that afternoon.
That only made Sarah glare furiously, yet, surprisingly, she did not lose her temper. The team members were not surprised by this. He was a native member of the Blood Clan, but his bloodline was inexplicably pure, as though he had returned to his ancestral origin. Even before reaching the Dragon rank, he had already possessed the talent to revive from a drop of blood!
It was said that only the Blood Ancestor, one of the Twelve Demon Gods, possessed such an ability. Yet no one had ever heard of anyone born to the Blood Demon royal family having it.
His background was perfectly clear. He seemed to have been an ordinary native who had fallen into the Abyss and been taken in as a Blood Slave by a low-level Blood Demon. No one had expected his ancestral bloodline to be so powerful that he would instead enslave the higher-ranking Blood Clan member who had bestowed the bloodline upon