not good!

When the sword pierced the target, Camus felt something was wrong. The touch from the sword and the breeze around him told him that the figure he stabbed was fake.

But in his perception, the figure in front of him was clearly real.

Watching the blood splashing in front of him gradually become illusory, and the figure under the sword also began to become illusory, Camus didn't think any more, and followed his instinct to quickly draw the sword and step back. Although his reaction and movements were already very fast, it was still too late.

"I have spent a lot of energy to create a fake blood body that I can't even see myself just for this moment. How can I let you retreat so easily?"

Behind the gradually becoming illusory figure, an identical figure emerged, and a faint blood-colored air flow filled the open space at some point.

Woo woo woo…

A ball of flesh and blood formed by hundreds of wronged souls flew out from the hands of the Blood Mist High Priest and attacked Kamius who was retreating.

not good!

Looking at the bloody and flesh mass with wailing faces on its surface attacking him, Camus's face changed drastically. Sensing the large amount of negative emotions contained in the flesh and blood, Camus hurriedly held his sword in front of him, and an invisible wind barrier gathered in front of him. If he was touched by this evil thing, he would not only go crazy, but also fall into confusion or mental weakness.

The blood clot containing hundreds of wronged souls was even slightly faster than Camus who was blessed with secret techniques, and soon arrived in front of him.

"Humph, you think you can hold back the magic item I spent nearly a hundred years to refine with just a barrier? How is that possible?"

The High Priest of Blood Mist stood in the distance, activating the magic circle on the open space while looking over there. He was a little surprised to see that Camus could actually set up a barrier under such circumstances, but then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he made a gesture with his hand.

Flashing red light...

Before the flesh ball of the wronged soul came into contact with the invisible barrier in front of Camus, a hideous female face suddenly emerged on the surface of the flesh ball, with her mouth wide open, "What is this?

! Vampire Succubus!

This guy actually..." "Ah!

! ! "

Before Camus could think about it, the female face that emerged on the meat ball let out a shrill scream. Crack~ Under the visible sound wave attack, the barrier in front of Camus was instantly broken, turning into a light spot and dissipating into the air.

"ah!

! ! "

Looking at the visible sound waves coming towards him, Camus' eyes showed panic. Wait, that's not right!

Camus shook his head, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and a golden emblem suddenly appeared on his forehead and slowly dissipated.

When he looked up again, his eyes regained their calmness, "Vacuum cracks!"

A strong wind suddenly blew around Camus' body, whistling in all directions, boom!

A huge sonic boom sounded, echoing over the open space, followed by a sharp, heart-pounding whistle.

"Um?"

The Blood Mist High Priest frowned as he watched Camus suddenly explode, dispersing the mind-disturbing blood energy that he had quietly set up around him, and destroying his own ball of resentful spirits in an instant.

Sure enough, a true legend is not that easy to deal with. Once he is familiar with his abilities, he will be able to break his methods when he comes to his senses.

However, the activation of the magic circle has reached the most critical moment. He is unable to move now and can only hope that the magic circle's own defense can withstand him.

Looking at the figure revealed after the smoke dissipated, the old face of the Blood Mist High Priest looked somewhat solemn.

Blood gradually rose around the magic circle on the ground, forming a large barrier.

"Huh..." Camus let out a long breath, closed his eyes and tried to calm the strength in his body, his brows furrowed.

Damn it, I fell into the trap again. This guy's methods are too hard to guard against. He actually forced me to unlock the seal. Now I must fulfill my promise and return to the elves and stay there obediently.

For a moment, Camus felt a little irritated and unhappy, because due to his momentary carelessness, he had fallen to such a state.

The golden emblem that just flashed across his forehead was engraved by the elven elders to seal the very thin trace of ancient blood in his body. It was to restrict and protect him at the same time, because he himself could not control the power brought by the ancient blood, although it was only such a weak trace. It was also to prevent outsiders from discovering that he possessed ancient blood.

Although the ancient blood in his body has been sealed, it still brings him unparalleled talent and potential.

The rumor in the outside world that he was driven out of the elves' tribe to "travel" because of some personal habits was actually spread deliberately by the elves themselves. The reason why he had been wandering around in the outside world was because he couldn't bear it anymore and didn't want to stay in the boring elves, so he forced himself to leave the elves and travel on the mainland.

Finally, he reached an agreement with the elders of the tribe that he could do whatever he wanted before he was 180 years old, but he must return to the elves after that, on the condition that he must not unlock the ancient blood. Once the seal was unlocked, he must return to the elves.

Otherwise, as a legend, as long as he is not a traitor, no matter how bad his character is, other elves will tolerate him. How could they possibly expel a legend from the tribe?

…

not good!

He is activating the magic circle!

Feeling the magical fluctuations coming from the front, Camus quickly opened his eyes.

Camus' figure appeared above the large blood barrier as if teleporting, and the rapier in his hand stabbed towards the blood-colored barrier formed by blood.

So fast!

The Blood Mist High Priest looked at the figure that suddenly appeared above his head, and a trace of amazement flashed through his heart, "However, if you had used your full strength, you might have killed me long ago. Unfortunately, although I don't know why you have been hiding your strength before, it's too late now."

The rapier in his hand pierced straight into the barrier, making a sound of metal clashing.

Looking at the barrier that only had a tiny crack after his full-strength attack, Camus's face looked a little ugly.

"No, this won't work..." Camus was a little anxious. Suddenly, some inexplicable fragments flashed through his mind, and the bloody sky...

The bloody vortex...

A figure covered in blood grabbed his own neck...

The entire Korn grassland turned into a lake of blood...

A bloody scene emerged in Camus' mind, and he felt dizzy for a moment.

He knew that this was the foresight of the Ancient Blood itself. Although it had been sealed since childhood, the elders of the tribe had told him all the records about the Ancient Blood in the tribe.

The Ancient Blood originated from the mysterious Ain El clan. People who possess this bloodline not only have amazing talents, but can even control time and space. Unfortunately, very few inheritors of the bloodline can fully control it. Most of the inheritors will suddenly fall into chaos, causing energy to explode and become uncontrollable. It is therefore very dangerous, and every owner of the Ancient Blood will be sealed.

But!

In this situation, it is necessary to use the ancient blood!

Thinking about the scene that just appeared in his mind, Camus's face looked a little ugly.

If that really happened, not only would Cohen Prairie be destroyed, he would also die here, and the ancient blood would become a tonic to help him recover.

Damn it, I should have known not to agree to this, but I pushed myself to this point just for the sake of a favor.

Gritting his teeth, Camus resolutely poured his strength into the scalding and hot 'Ancient Blood' in his body...