Burns Dukedom,
An old man stood behind Benfica, holding a blood scythe as he calmly watched the Legendary-level vampire who had been cleaved in two.
Was this Lord Burns?
Seeing Benfica sent staggering back by the other's strike, Li Si retreated to a safe area and stared intently at the standoff between them.
From the outside, the Legendary Blood Clan Lord Burns looked like a gaunt old man. His white hair was like snow, every strand seemingly telling of the vicissitudes of endless years. In his ink-black eyes lay a darkness impossible to peer into, as though they could swallow all light.
His face was like an ancient stone monument carved by time, covered in deep wrinkles like withered vines, recording the hardships and changes of countless years. His skin was pale, like thin ice beneath moonlight, carrying a strange and chilling beauty.
Though his body was hunched, it still radiated an eerie and powerful strength. His fingers were slender and pale, their nails sharp as blades and gleaming with cold light, as if they could easily slice through any obstacle.
His steps were slow and heavy, yet every one was steady and imposing, as though the entire world lay within his grasp.
For some reason, the faint sacredness and majesty surrounding Burns were something Li Si had never felt from Teacher Stephens or Uncle Joyce.
Though he knew there was some danger in remaining here, Li Si did not turn and leave.
This was the first time he had witnessed two Legends fighting with his own eyes. He did not want to miss this opportunity.
Unlike Li Si, Benfica's heart was filled with shock and terror.
The body Burns had severed instantly transformed into flocks of tiny crimson bats. They merged together and re-formed Benfica's original body more than