677. Blood Manipulation · End

That black shadow was absurdly fast.

Dean's subordinates attacked the instant Eugene was snatched away.

A Spiral arrow screamed after it, followed closely by an Electric Arc.

Yet both missed. The arrow vanished into the horizon, and the Electric Arc exploded against a distant rock.

The black shadow was too fast.

Dean himself gave chase.

As one of the finest among the Demon Descendants, his speed was enough to leave most of his kin in the dust.

But at this moment, he could only watch helplessly as the black shadow ahead grew farther and farther away, the gap widening bit by bit.

Behind him, another Demon Descendant skilled in speed was barely keeping up, but catching up was clearly impossible.

Noticing that someone was pursuing her from behind, Little Black, who was carrying Eugene in one claw, flew even harder.

One of her claws was clenched tightly around Eugene's head, and through the gaps between her talons, the Duke's pained and bewildered face could still be seen.

Little Black's other claw was not idle either. From time to time, she scooped at a spot just above Eugene's head. There was clearly nothing there, but she scooped very seriously, the tips of her claws brushing past Eugene's hair every time.

From her perspective, a huge, translucent gemstone was floating there.

That gemstone was not only beautiful, but also slowly rotating, tempting her.

Unfortunately, she could not grab it.

No matter how she tried, she could not grab it.

The more she failed, the more anxious she became. The more anxious she became, the harder she squeezed, until Eugene's head beneath her claws was on the verge of being crushed.

"That's an image. You have to bring him back before you can exchange him for the real thing!" Linden explained through the