"You gave me umbilical cord blood and you still attack me. You took my kindness for granted."
Bourne's eyes darkened, and he immediately raised his foot, kicking Blackfa in the abdomen the instant he retracted his left hand, which was locked in a stalemate with Blackfa.
Unexpectedly, Blackfa seemed to have foreseen this and used his remaining right wing to block in front of him.
When his sneak attack was blocked, Bourne was startled and quickly flapped his wings to pull away, narrowly avoiding the Black Mage's counterattack. A streak of fire slid past Bourne's calf.
"Don't say that. I treat even the Creator the same way. To create a world where no one bullies the Creator, I need power, and you are all my nourishment!"
Blackfa chuckled, bent his legs and leaped into the air, his body hurtling towards Bourne like a rocket.
"whispering sound!"
Upon seeing this, Bourne's expression hardened, and he immediately grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, revealing his five fingers.
Suddenly, blood seeped from the tips of his five fingers, and droplets of blood appeared faintly beneath Bourne.
"【Mi Bing · Blood Coagulation Ice】!"
Bourne whispered.
In an instant, the blood droplets that were previously just wispy beads of blood had begun to frost over, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a thick ice shield, blocking the way beneath them.
Thump!
Black Magic's claw strike only left a few ice marks on the thick ice layer, failing to break the shield.
Soon, the momentum of the black magic was gradually worn down by the majesty of gravity, and it was about to return to the ground.
But soon, a flash of fire suddenly entered a corner of Blackfa's field of vision.
Blackfa lowered his head, and a blood-stained knife plunged towards his lower abdomen.
Fagga's eyes were fierce, and he was completely focused.
With both feet off the ground, suspended in mid-air, with only one wing remaining, there was absolutely no hope of escape.
Alternatively, Black Mage can blow up the wings again.
Either die!
With this thought in mind, Fagga tightened his grip on the longsword.
However, Blackfa didn't choose either of them.
It sighed, head bowed, and waved its hand: "Alas, the Creator truly knows how to seize opportunities; he's driven them to the brink of despair."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Blackfa's hand, which had been waving, was suddenly torn off by itself, and the entire arm was put into its mouth.
In an instant, Blackfa's back writhed, and the wings that had been blown off earlier grew back.
call!
A whooshing sound rang out, and Fagar's eyes widened as the Black Mage devoured his arm. He watched helplessly as the Black Mage regrew its wings and escaped from his attack range.
Buzz!
The technique was old, and the flames on the flaming longsword flickered, but it did not hit its target.
Fagga murmured, "It can be like this?"
A vampire raised in human society felt his worldview had been greatly shaken.
It ate its own arm and then grew wings again...
Fagar turned to look at Bourne.
"Ahem, that's certainly possible."
Bourne coughed twice, seemingly a little embarrassed: "Vampires have many abilities, but due to their excessive rudeness, we abandon many of them."
[Stubborn to the point of pride, yet suffering in vain, the vampire clan is nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothings!]
In the distance, Black Mage soared through the air, waving his only remaining right arm and laughing loudly:
[With such a wonderful body, for you vampires, all you need is enough blood; for me, a being of the undead, all I need is enough remains.]
As long as we have enough raw materials, we can keep experimenting on ourselves to develop even more powerful abilities. Why not?
Of course, there's no point in saying all this now.
Blackfa narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly:
It's almost dawn!
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