Infant's Blood's body suddenly stiffened. He clenched his staff in both hands, staring at Korumba as if he had seen a ghost.
Korumba smiled. A pair of blood-colored fleshy wings slowly spread beneath his cloak, and then, accompanied by strange chanting, another pair of fleshy wings gradually unfurled from behind him. The wingspans of these two pairs of wings exceeded ten meters. Set against his not particularly tall frame, the enormous fleshy wings fluttering in the wind gave him an especially sinister, seductive air.
"Blood Sin Clan!" Infant's Blood groaned in a low voice. "You should have been completely exterminated long ago."
Korumba drew the Blood Sin Sword. The instant its crimson sword-light emerged, the blood of those servant soldiers who had just been crushed to death by chunks of stone blasted from the shattered rock wall began to boil where it lay on the ground. Strands of thick blood plasma slowly rose into the air, coiling around the Blood Sin Sword like lively serpents before being swiftly absorbed by its edge.
Letting out a breath of utter enjoyment, Korumba muttered softly, "Yes, I find it strange too. It seems my clan's bloodline had already been completely severed. But why am I still alive? And as my injuries keep recovering, I always feel that the current me is not a complete me!"
Slowly raising the Blood Sin Sword, Korumba tilted his head and gave Infant's Blood a brilliant smile. "Your body smells so rich and fragrant, and your blood is brimming with fresh, intoxicating vitality. Darling, how about letting me take a little sip?"
Infant's Blood answered by swinging his staff. The blood in the pool abruptly dropped by more than a meter, while a massive wave of blood surged over ten meters high and rapidly condensed before him into