"What? Gulrad is dead!"
The Blood Grand Duke stared incredulously at the notification on the Virtual Light Screen, his emotions surging.
"How is that possible? Gulrad..."
He knew Gulrad's strength all too well. The reason he had chosen Gulrad as Lilith's husband back then was precisely his talent for blood.
Not to mention everything that followed: killing Lilith, seizing the Bloodline River, founding the Blood Clan, and finally ascending to the Transdimensional level.
His cunning, caution, and courage were almost flawless.
Gulrad was a prime example of someone who had risen against the tide during that age of upheaval. His strength ranked among the best in the entire Transdimensional Council.
As for those in the entire Civilization Ladder who could kill him with absolute certainty...
The Blood Grand Duke racked his brains.
In the end, he could think of only two people.
One was the Lord of Dawn. Her holy radiance posed a deadly threat to all life with dark attributes.
The other was Mortarion. With his mastery of biological modification, enhanced by Transdimensional power, he could create a targeted toxin with just a trace of Gulrad's genetic material.
But... both of them had fallen long ago.
The faces of the surviving Transdimensional beings flashed through the Blood Grand Duke's mind, his brows tightly knitted.
"Damn it, who killed Gulrad?"
That question kept echoing in his mind.
It was not just because of the Bloodline River Gulrad possessed.
More importantly, Gulrad's power was very similar in nature to his own. If someone could kill Gulrad today, could they easily kill him tomorrow?
His long-standing caution stirred an overwhelming sense of danger within the Blood Grand Duke.
"No, I have to find this person... and then there's..."
The Blood Grand Duke's frown deepened.
Compared with Gulrad's death, the threat over in