boom!
Another massive explosion!
Bourne, who was watching from a short distance away, closed his eyes tightly, then opened them, exhaling a deep breath. Seeing yet another cloud of ethereal matter obstructing his view rising, he complained:
"Are we having a grudge against ether dust today?"
Despite his complaints, Bourne flapped his wings and crashed headlong into the dust, trying to pull Fagga out.
But after only two seconds of flying, a silvery-white metallic sphere suddenly broke through the purple ethereal dust and flew rapidly toward him.
"What the hell... uh!"
Bourne's eyes widened, and he tried to spread his wings and fly away, but he couldn't dodge in time and was directly knocked away by the metal ball.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
With a cough from Bourne, who had been knocked aside, the metal sphere finally opened, and Fagar staggered out, clinging to the edge of the sphere.
In an instant, the metal ball transformed back into a long sword in Faga's palm, plunging into the ground to support Faga's body.
"puff!"
But not long after, Fagga suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on one knee.
But before his knees even touched the ground, Fagga felt his clothes tighten, as if he were being strangled.
Looking back, he saw that it was Bourne who had grabbed the back of his collar.
"That's not how you use [Endogenous Blood Burning]. What's the difference between playing it like that and committing suicide?"
Byrne glanced at it; having grown up among vampires, he immediately recognized that Fagar had concocted [Internal Blood Burning] on his own.
This refers to the vampire's innate ability to detonate a portion of their blood vessels and burn blood to gain power.
But just as human children raised by wolves cannot speak, what good is it if vampire cubs raised in human society have talent?
If someone helps you heal like this, it's fine.
If no one helps replenish their health, and the enemy is extremely skilled at prolonged battles, even a vampire can easily be defeated unexpectedly.
But Byrne couldn't help but marvel that Fagga had discovered this vampire talent on his own without any guidance, and hadn't even killed himself; he was truly gifted.
"Don't pull my collar, do you even know how to help someone up...?"
After a while, Fagar finally had the strength to stand up. At the same time, he controlled the platelets and immune cells in his body to start working and plug the blood vessels that he had blown up earlier.
In no time, Fagga's complexion improved slightly.
Despite the significant energy expenditure earlier, after some remedial measures, Fagar's strength had recovered to 70% of his original level.
"...Never mind that damn [Inner Blood Burning] for now. Black Magic already has a wing blown off. Let's gather the other vampires and kill him together."
Fagga subconsciously touched his chest.
Although he had already manipulated Kunmutu into transforming into a metal sphere to envelop his entire body before Heifa detonated his wings.
But now, when I touch it closely, my chest is still burning hot, and I feel like my bones are about to collapse.
Fagar didn't want to endure such a frenzied attack a second time.
"Unfortunately, it probably won't work."
Byrne glanced at Fagga and replied indifferently, "They need to keep watch around the area to prevent any aliens from getting close."
"Otherwise, if Black Law eats Yi Hai, all our previous efforts will have been for nothing."
"whispering sound!"
Faga couldn't help but gasp, but he knew this was the most important thing. So he took a deep breath, raised his longsword, and looked towards the center of the ethereal dust, where a figure seemed to be wandering. He muttered to himself:
"But I remember you promised Eileen that you would only let me be your assistant."
"Otherwise, why would she let you out so easily? Did you believe what she said to appease your girlfriend?"
Bourne glanced at it, then used his wings to support his body, and suddenly felt a lightness under his feet as he gradually lifted off the ground.
Suddenly, Bourne shot out like a bullet, plunging headfirst into the etheric dust.
A moment later, Bourne's hands were covered in solid ice, and he struck down with his palm, pinpointing the location of the Black Mage.
Han!
The black mage raised his hand to block, slowly lifting his head. Watching the raging flames meet the solid ice, the black mage suddenly grinned:
"It's you? The kind person who gave me the Creator's umbilical cord blood."
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