Multicolored ribbons of brilliant light floated in the sky, turning this corner of the world into a dreamlike realm.
On the ground.
The night breeze drifted gently past.
Yet the atmosphere in this area was thick with the stench of death.
Cheng Han swept his gaze over the three vampires in turn and began speaking at length. "I only just realized that all of this was destined by fate."
These words were clearly meant for the village's sole survivor, Kong Da.
As for the other two vampires—the Gold Blood Noble Zha Te and an unnamed Purple Blood Noble lackey—one had been restrained, while the other had fainted. Neither could hear him.
Kong Da was stunned for a moment, vaguely sensing that this was extremely important information.
After hesitating, it could not help asking, "Sir, what exactly did you mean by that?"
Cheng Han smiled faintly and put it more plainly. "It means that the Abyss of Death appearing in this world was probably inevitable."
He paused, then continued, "And this is only the beginning. More disasters will follow, until the Sky Blood Realm is completely destroyed."
Kong Da's face turned pale. Its lips moved a few times as it tried to ask more.
But it had no chance to say anything.
Cheng Han had anticipated its intentions and interrupted first. "You are not allowed to speak. Just listen obediently."
Kong Da obediently shut its mouth, not daring to say another word.
Cheng Han's next words were filled with emotion. "The Blood Transformation Art is a gift bestowed upon the Red Eye Race by the world. It allows you to rapidly increase your strength, but it is also the most vicious curse."
The Blood Transformation Art of the vampire race could devour enemies, then absorb part of their power to strengthen