But Shade did not let down his guard, because immediately afterward, hundreds of bats flew out from that pile of collapsed flesh, swarming in every direction.
"Because it isn't a pure Bloodkin and relied on its dragon bloodline's resistance to avoid being poisoned to death? Then take this—Corrupt Blood Mist!"
He bit the tip of his tongue, widened his eyes, and took a sharp breath. Then he sprayed a mouthful of blood mist glowing crimson from his mouth. The Thaumaturgy worked astonishingly well. Bats touched by the mist melted into blood water within almost a second, dissolving into the fog. Only five of the faster bats narrowly escaped the range of that crimson blood mist.
"Which one is the main body?"
All of them.
"What?"
Shade unleashed dazzling moonlight, but two bats still escaped the range of his attack. With no time to marvel at the monster's powerful duplicates and Life Force, Shade blinked in the alley.
"Blood Echo!"
Black Blood itself contained blood. Though the two fleeing bats no longer carried the poison of Black Blood, bloodstains still remained on them. Thus, glowing red bat phantoms appeared in Shade's vision. He leaped straight up, and amid a cluster of silver light, the silver-white cat nimbly landed on the rooftop. The cat looked left and right, then dashed across the rooftops beneath the sparse starlight, following the two bats' trail into the distant place.
To a Bloodkin, the smell of "Black Blood" was more obvious than any stench. The wine bottle Shade had shattered earlier had required strict sealing to ensure its odor would not leak out prematurely. Once that scent spread, in Mr. Bernhardt's words, it was even more nauseating than the filthiest countryside latrine.
Therefore, as Shade transformed into a cat and gave chase, he trusted that Mr.