Solam held Death's Thorn Spear, staring at Philip with an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Don't look at me like that. Look at me right now—do you think I can use that spear?" Philip knew exactly what Solam was thinking when he saw that expression, so he spread his hands helplessly.
Philip truly was not in good shape. His face was still pale, and his aura was extremely weak. Right now, Philip was like some pathetic Level 5 rookie—utterly incapable of taking a hit.
Not to mention anything else, if he used that treacherous spear, he would probably be lying dead on the ground before he even killed the enemy.
"You're really giving it to me? This thing is useful against your Blood Clan too. Would your council of elders really be okay with that?" Though the spear was a real pain in the ass, its effect was top-notch. If a vampire got stabbed by it, they would have to obediently kneel on the ground and surrender. And don't forget—the more blood this thing absorbed, the stronger it became. Vampires might not have much else, but they certainly had plenty of blood.
Philip said nothing, merely smiling as he pointed at the Blood Clan Covenant ring on Solam's finger.
"Damn! You Blood Clan really are crafty!" Solam immediately understood when he saw the ring on his hand. With that ring on, there was no way he could attack the Blood Clan. No wonder those Blood Clan elders had been so generous as to send over such a powerful cursed weapon. They were certain Solam could never harm the Blood Clan.
"Ah, don't blame the council of elders either. There was nothing they could do. In my current state, I definitely can't take part in battle, and Digla has