At this time, the battle between the blood clan and the werewolves has reached a white-hot state.

Although most of the low-level blood clan was absorbed by Horace, in terms of numbers, it was still several times that of werewolves!

And werewolves, as beast-like abilities, even sixth-order werewolves with low strength can fight three sixth-order blood clans at once!

Therefore, although the number of people is not equal, the battle between the two sides is in full swing, and there is no sign that either side is going to lose.

"Old ...... Old Ancestor ...... "The moment the gate opened, Horace keenly smelled the strange and unique smell of blood in the air!"

This caused sweat to roll Horace's forehead.

He didn't have to think about it to know it......

In the entire 'Rui Moer Castle', there is such a bold person who dares to open the door of the underground palace, and the only one is Luo Yuan, who has just rushed into the castle!

If there is one more person in this world, the only one who can make Horace feel terrified is this Blood Ancestor!

Where did Horace have the heart to continue the battle with Bartholomew, and he turned around and wanted to rush to the castle!

At this time, whether it is the blood clan or the werewolf, they have already fought with the strength of the whole clan and fought each other!

But the center of the battle is still on Horace and Bartholomew!

If Horace enters the battlefield on earth, it will be like a wolf entering a flock, and those low-level werewolves will inevitably have a large number of casualties!

How could Bartholomew let Horace run away at will!

Whoosh——!

Bartholomew lunged forward, grabbed Horace's leg, and exclaimed, "Don't want to run!" ”

Horace's figure froze suddenly, and he reflexively kicked at Bartholomew!

Bang bang bang——!

Kicked Bartholomew's face several times in a row, kicking his entire face out of shape, and the blood was blurred!

Horace's attacks are full of bloody power, and each blow has a thousand weights, but this provokes Bartholomew's fierceness in his bones as a werewolf!

That's why werewolves are able to fight against the Bloodline!

When attacked, instead of weakening his power, it will multiply his attack power!

Although even after Bartholomew cast the 'Wolf God Blood Moon', his strength was at most a junior third-order ability!

But after being attacked by Horace a few times when he lost his mind, his strength soared!

"Whew!" Bartholomew's mouth let out a violent roar, and the giant claws pulled back violently!

Horace was staggered by this huge force, and could only continue to punch Bartholomew!

And Bartholomew's attack was like madness, constantly waving his claws to attack Horace!

“MD！ This madman! Horace scolded angrily, but now he had no choice but to block his arm in front of him and block the other party's attack!

This made Horace's heart extremely anxious!

But this battle simply cannot end in a short time!

Now Horace can only hope that Luo Yuan will not go too far and anger the ancestor!

Otherwise, the consequences are simply unimaginable......

Everyone here has to die!

……

On the other side, Luo Yuan endured the disgusting smell of the two of them and pushed the door open!

It's pitch black inside!

The light of those already faint torches can't shine in at all!

And those blood clan attendants at the entrance of the cave were also completely quiet!

Luo Yuan covered his nose and walked inside, the sound of stepping on the stone slab that was originally clear disappeared, and he could clearly feel the stickiness under his feet!

Blood!

It's dried blood, mixed with fresh blood!

He muttered in a low voice, "How much blood does it have to be soaked in here to have this smell!" ”

Rot! Fishy! Filth!

All the dirty tastes can't compare to the tastes in here!

If before, Luo Yuan didn't have any hatred for the blood clan, but now he deeply felt that this blood clan was definitely a scourge!

Every year, just to satisfy this Blood Clan Ancestor, how much blood is needed, and how many people they have to kill, can cause this situation!

Luo Yuan also understands it now!

If it weren't for the government of country F, which was afraid of the power of the blood clan, it would have killed them all a long time ago!

Step-step-step——!

Luo Yuan covered his mouth and nose and cautiously walked inside......

The voice of the Holy Spirit also sounded in Luo Yuan's brain: "Be careful, I can feel something in front of you!" ”

The corners of Luo Yuan's mouth slanted slightly, chuckling lightly, and muttered, "What? Worried about me? ”

"Stinky boy! I'm afraid that you will die and affect me! The Holy Spirit cursed.

Luo Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything more, but he understood that this was a good sign!

At least now the Holy Spirit has to care about Luo Yuan's every move!

Otherwise, once something goes wrong, the Holy Spirit will definitely not be better, and his life will be in danger at any time!

Luo Yuan doesn't care!

Big deal, die!

But the most terrible result for the Holy Spirit was that Luo Yuan died, and the soul stone was left behind, or it was collected!

Those who wait for the Holy Spirit are long 'life sentences'!

No matter how much he closes himself off and speeds up the passage of time, it will definitely not be comfortable for him!

And even if someone else is destined to come in, they may not be willing or have the ability to break the spatial formation that imprisons him!

Although Luo Yuan didn't seem to have much to do, and he didn't really believe that Luo Yuan could let him out, but after all, the magic circle was made by Luo Yuan, and he was the only hope!

Suddenly!

Phew——!

A blue flame lit up not far in front of Luo Yuan!

Luo Yuan subconsciously made a defensive posture, ignoring the dazzling light, his eyes were staring at the not far ahead!

This is the mercenary!

Even if the tip of the knife is in front of him, his eyes will be wide open!

Because once you close your eyes, you will let yourself die without knowing how you died!

Uproar——!

The flame of the face suddenly formed an extremely ugly face, a pointed nose, wrinkled old cheeks, and eyes full of majesty!

That's the look of a person who has been in a position of power for a long time!

The eyes that looked at Luo Yuan were full of anger and contempt at this time. A deep voice rang out: "You! Not a Bloodline! ”

Luo Yuan nodded slightly and said, "That's right!" I'm not a Bloodline! ”

Luo Yuan also looked at the face in front of him that was made of flames, and muttered, "I seem to have seen such a thing somewhere!" ”

The Holy Spirit's voice also became extremely cautious and whispered, "This is a manifestation ability, and according to your level, the person who can create this ability is at least a second-order ability!" ”

Luo Yuan raised his eyebrows and nodded.

Luo Yuan didn't feel this answer!

A person who can drive Horace, the Blood Ancestor, is a second-order ability, and that's normal!

Can......

I don't know why, Luo Yuan always thinks this thing is a bit weird!

"Horace is such a piece of waste that he can let a fourth-order ability enter here casually," said the flaming giant face, the anger in his eyes even worse, "Ants! You're killing yourself! ”

(End of chapter)