Chapter 668: The Might of the Holy Blood

Atop a circular, floating stone, the Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure, Cyril, was silently meditating.

He had released his divine sense to encompass an area within a radius of twenty-five kilometers. Within this area, even ants and flies could not escape his notice. It could be said that Laden largely had Cyril to thank for his safety.

A mosquito with an aura-concealment robe draped over its body flew toward him while remaining completely unnoticed.

The mosquito transformed into a beautiful woman with a lithe and graceful figure, and she was holding a bloodstained white longsword in her hand.

Cyril’s body trembled, and even he didn’t notice his assailant earlier, some sort of instinct still urged him to abruptly spring forward.

However, he was still too slow, and the white longsword instantly pierced through his chest like a bolt of white lightning.

Blood blossomed like a crimson rose, and the flying sword circled back into the woman’s hand.

“Cassidy? What the hell are you doing?!” Cyril turned as disbelief appeared on his face.

That’s right, the woman that had struck him was none other than Cassidy. A mysterious smile appeared on her face as she slowly made her way toward Cyril.

“There’s no need to be alarmed, Cyril. I’m just testing out your skills…”

“Testing my skills? Do you think I’m an idiot?” Cyril spoke in a cold voice as he clasped his hand over the wound on his chest.

This was only a minor injury to him; it would not cause him any problems.

However, it was extremely inexplicable for one of the Holy Disciples, Cassidy, to attack him under the guise of testing out his skills. Was she f*cking retarded?!

There must be an ulterior motive!

However, he didn’t know what that ulterior motive was.

You couldn’t really even consider this to be an assassination attempt. After all, he could heal himself from an injury like this in no time.

The most important thing was that Laden was located here, and this was also Emperor Yi Deng’s territory. Who dared to stir up trouble here?

Cyril was extremely confused, but his hands continued to create seals. He had to alert everyone to this situation no matter what.

Cassidy was also keeping a close eye on Cyril’s movements. If he really did unleash some sort of information-transmission spell technique, then she would have to kill him on the spot with one of her finishing techniques…

Just as his spell technique was nearing completion, Cyril’s entire body suddenly trembled, and his eyes widened as his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something. However, he was unable to utter a single word.

He half-knelt onto the ground and clasped his hand over his chest in agony as the vitality quickly escaped from his body.

Thump!

A few seconds later, Cyril fell to the ground silently.

He couldn’t even struggle or roar. All he could do was to accept his fate of death.

Cassidy drew a sharp intake of breath as she stared down at Cyril’s lifeless body with fear lingering on her face. “Cyril was at the pinnacle of Return to Void Initial Stage…”

This essentially confirmed that it was not because the Dark Poison Lord was too weak, but instead, An Lin’s blood had grown more powerful!

She immediately reported her findings to An Lin and the others via voice transmission talisman.

Cassidy stood atop the circular, floating rock as she heaved a disconsolate sigh. “The Holy Leader’s blood is so powerful now. What should I do? Will it be able to kill me as well?”

Her disconsolate words were echoed in the hearts of the other two Blood Tribe underlings.

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Within a forest filled with black trees, a tree person with crimson eyes received a heavy blow to the chest from Tobias’ gloved fist, and his body flew back like a cannonball before crashing into a side of the white cube in which he was trapped.

The white cube was an enchantment unleashed by Tina, which could isolate everything within from the outside world.

As such, no one would be able to detect anything from outside no matter how intensely the battle raged within the cube.

“Tobias! Even if you’re a Holy Disciple, you won’t be able to endure the wrath of Laden and Emperor Yi Deng! If you release me now, there may still be a chance that they’ll forgive you!” the tree person roared while gritting his teeth.

His body was as solid and coarse as tree bark, but crimson blood flowed from the wound on his chest.

Tobias flexed his neck from side to side with a slight smile. “I can release you, Bryce. But you have to stand here and survive for three minutes first.”

Bryce’s expression faltered in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Tobias splayed his hands open as he elaborated, “I mean exactly what I just said. I won’t attack you, but you have to survive for three minutes!”

Tobias’ words were very clear, and Bryce understood everything.

But this made him even more confused. What the hell was going on?

Stand on the spot for three minutes? Is this some sort of military standing posture training?

The green leaves on Bryce’s head rustled as confusion flashed through his crimson eyes.

He wasn’t actually a tree person; it’s just that his outward appearance was quite similar to the appearance of a tree. At his very core, he was still a Blood Tribe cultivator and a Return to Void Intermediate Stage Blood Tribe mighty figure at that. It was just that he had cultivated in the evergreen dao, thereby giving him this appearance.

After that, Tobias really did just stand on the spot and did nothing.

“What the hell are you plotting?” Bryce didn’t dare to get complacent, and he searched for a way out as his feet extended like tree roots into the ground as they searched for an avenue of escape from this white cube.

Tobias didn’t have any personal vendetta against him, and there was certainly no vendetta between Tobias’ clan and Laden’s forces. Even the battle for the Holy Disciple positions had concluded with Tobias as the final victor, so there really was no reason for Tobias to attack him.

Just as his mind was scrambling for an answer, the blood within his body suddenly surged as an extremely peculiar energy imbued with the power of annihilation instantly spread throughout his body.

“What… what did you do to me?!” Bryce suddenly felt extremely feeble, and he half-knelt onto the ground as the vitality within his body was being obliterated by a certain type of destructive power.

However, right at this moment, boundless vitality suddenly flourished in his body. Not only had the destructive power not taken away his life, but boundless vitality also blossomed in its place. All the negative energy within his blood was vanquished as his entire existence was purified… An extreme sense of bliss coursed through his entire body.

“Ah…!”

Bryce couldn’t help but spread his lips and moan with bliss.

Tobias’ eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. “You didn’t die! Return to Void Intermediate Stage Blood Tribe mighty figures are able to withstand this power!”

Tobias was moved to the point of tears upon discovering this…

Bryce stared at Tobias with confusion etched on his face. Why was Tobias crying when he was the one feeling good?

Tobias’ body trembled with delight, and it felt as if his body had once again received an acknowledgment from a mighty god. “I can finally embrace you again, oh great holy blood!”

He immediately pulled out his voice transmission talisman and broadcasted this thrilling news to An Lin and the others. “Blood Tribe cultivators at or above Return to Void Intermediate Stage can survive the power of the Holy Leader’s holy blood! We can continue to feel good!”

Merlin and Cassidy were ecstatic to hear this.

Upon receiving this news, An Lin immediately made his way toward where Tobias was.

A massive weight was lifted off his shoulders, and his eyes glowed with excitement.

He was determined to make Bryce his slave!