“Get lost, you Mixed-blood bastard.” Hearing that arrogant tone, Micah instantly understood that these people clearly couldn’t be reasoned with.
The red light in Micah’s pupils ignited, and Chaos Power pulsed in his palm.
“Kill!” Micah attacked first, his Chaos Power transforming into blood magic, boiling like burning blood, forming a scythe that slashed towards the Black-robed Blood Kin.
The leading Black-robed Blood Kin’s pupils also glowed red, and he conjured the same blood magic to retaliate.
Seeing that the two strongest individuals were already engaged in battle, the rest of the Blood Kin below also plunged into the fray.
The Situ Family’s guards were the first to fall.
Angier’s hidden guards and the Black-robed Blood Kin of unknown origin fought around the vehicle carrying Situ Hao and his mother.
In mid-air, Micah and his opponent exchanged a magical blast.
As he prepared to strike again, ancient blood magic incantations swirled around him.
Suddenly, a pressure from a Superior erupted from within the Black-robed Blood Kin.
The pressure was invisible and colorless, yet it truly enveloped everyone on Micah’s side.
Micah had no time to react and was once again at a disadvantage in another clash, his body falling from mid-air and crashing into the ground.
“Ugh, cough, cough.” In the crater smashed into the road, the rising dust dispersed, revealing Micah’s disheveled figure within.
Coughing up blood, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked gravely at the Black-robed Blood Kin in the air.
In the battlefield, every Black-robed Blood Kin exuded the pressure of a Superior.
This pressure had no effect on other races, but for Mixed-bloods, their strength immediately diminished by thirty percent.
Micah’s pupils trembled, his face filled with shock, and his movements slowed.
His voice, hesitant, carried a hint of disbelief.
“You—you are all Pure-bloods?” The Black-robed Blood Kin remained silent, their eyes merely looking at him as if he were a lowly insect.
“May I ask which bloodline you belong to, esteemed sirs?” Micah was eager to know which Tremere these people came from.
“Noisy.” The Black-robed Blood Kin remained silent, unleashing a powerful fifth-tier magic attack downwards.
Explosions erupted, and Micah’s hidden guards suffered heavy losses…
———— East of Eternal Night City.
In a dense forest, several shriveled corpses lay scattered.
A fifth-tier warrior, clutching a box in his hands, limped to a large tree, dragging his injured leg.
This fifth-tier extraordinary, who could be considered a minor overlord, now felt like a girl harassed by hooligans on a street corner at midnight, utterly powerless to resist, only feeling waves of panic.
“Heh heh, the taste of fear is truly sweet.” A magnetic female voice echoed in his ear.
The warrior turned his head, and when he saw that exquisite face, he recoiled in panic.
Just now, he had personally witnessed the woman before him instantly drain his companions dry.
“Don’t be afraid, it will be very comfortable.” Irina’s face was flushed, and she licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, her pupils slightly narrowed, her eyes mesmerized, as if she were looking at a delicious pastry.
Thorne emerged, carrying a corpse: “This isn’t a hunt, Irina.
The main task is important.
Kill him and take the blood cup.” “I know, I know, you’re so boring, Thorne.” Irina put away her smile, her enchanting blood-red pupils meeting the warrior’s eyes.
Her powerful mental energy instantly controlled the opponent.
Irina beckoned, took the box from the warrior’s hand, and without hesitation, tossed it to Thorne.
Irina gently caressed the warrior’s face, and in his dazed eyes, four fangs pierced his artery.
Thorne took the box, but before he could open it, a playful voice came from the treetops above.
“Thorne, a word of advice: this belongs to the Tremere.
If you don’t want to die, put it down obediently.” Thorne looked up and saw a young man lazily reclining on a tree branch.
His grayish-brown, slightly curly short hair gave him a relaxed air.
A long sword hung at the young man’s waist.
When Thorne recognized the Tremere emblem on his collar, he grew wary.
Irina also noticed the anomaly.
After quickly draining the warrior’s blood, she tossed the corpse aside.
“Oh la la, he’s a handsome man.” Irina’s pupils flickered with red light, her eyes seductive, trying to meet the young man’s gaze directly.
“Put away your tricks.
You can’t charm me.” The young man leaped down from the treetop.
He removed his white gloves and bowed slightly, performing a noble’s etiquette.
“A pleasure to meet you, Patriarch Thorne and Madam Irina.
You might not know my name, Allen of the Tremere.” Irina covered her mouth with a small hand and chuckled: “He’s a very polite handsome man, too.” “Tremere?” Thorne warily put away the box in his hand: “Allen, this matter shouldn’t concern the Tremere.
Are you going to interfere?” “Are you truly unaware?” Allen spread his hands helplessly, shedding the laziness from his face, though the smile at the corner of his mouth still had a devil-may-care air: “I don’t know what that fellow Marcus told you, but he’s always been good at deception.
This item belongs to the Tremere.
Please accept my advice, Patriarch Thorne, this is not something the Angier Family can meddle with.” Irina felt a desire to retreat and looked at Thorne.
Things seemed to be different from what was agreed upon.
“What do you mean?
Is this not a replica?” Thorne held up the box in his hand, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
“Whether it is or isn’t, it has nothing to do with the Angier Family.
If you are unwilling to give it up, then I have nothing more to say.” Allen’s smile vanished as he spoke coldly.
The long sword at his waist was already unsheathed, and powerful battle qi erupted, scattering the withered leaves around.
The branches swayed incessantly, making a “shushushushu” sound.
When sixty-six qi vortices appeared on Allen’s body, Thorne’s eyes grew serious.
“You are a sixth-tier Battle Qi extraordinary!” “Indeed.” Allen rotated his neck: “Let me test what two sixth-tier mages are capable of.” As Allen’s words fell, a “boom” was heard, and his figure instantly vanished, leaving only a cracked earth where he stood.
When his figure reappeared, the long sword, raised high, was already slashing towards Thorne’s face.
Thorne hastily defended but was no match, sent flying by a single sword strike.
Seeing Thorne flying backward, Allen did not pursue.
He turned and swept his sword horizontally, shattering the magic that Irina had launched from the flank.
Chaos Power shattered and raged around, smashing trees into pieces, sending debris flying everywhere.
A sonic boom, the movements completely indiscernible.
Irina only felt a heavy blow, her body sent flying, knocking down several trees.
A sweetness rose in her throat, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Thorne, who had just stabilized himself, also revealed a gruesome, bone-deep wound on his arm.
In just a brief clash, the couple was suppressed.
This was the characteristic of the battle qi system: ultimate single-target combat power.
If mages represented cataclysmic destruction, with one person capable of destroying a city.
Then warriors who practiced battle qi were the epitome of individual heroism.
A body tempered by battle qi, the weight of a single drop of blood, could pierce the earth.
Powerful (magic resistance), ultimate strength and speed, the combat power unleashed in close combat could even rival dragons.
Warriors, on the other hand, were somewhere in between the two.
They possessed powerful physical strength while also having martial arts techniques capable of wide-range destruction.
Outstanding warriors could not only engage in close combat with battle qi warriors but also use formidable martial arts techniques to clash with mages’ high-tier magic.
Battle qi warriors cultivated (meridian gates).
The more meridian gates opened, the stronger their combat power.
When the battle qi within the body could open ninety-nine meridian gates, the physical body was already infinitely close to (divinity).
Mages gained power by controlling Chaos Power.
The incantations outlined with Chaos Power had infinite variations.
It could be the scorching of fire elements, the healing of water elements, the defense of earth elements, and so on…
Warriors, on the other hand, cultivated the existence of (qi) within their bodies through powerful physical bodies.
When the quality of qi reached its limit, various martial arts phenomena would evolve.
In the center of the battlefield, Allen stood with his sword.
Thorne and Irina exchanged a glance from afar, both understanding that if they weren’t careful, they might fall here today.
Thorne’s lips moved slightly, and Chaos Power, through incantations, evolved into a blessing.
He actively moved forward, buying Irina time to cast a stronger spell.
Powerful aftershocks spread, and birds flying in the sky were shaken down.