Chapter 395: Chapter 395: Unconscious, Fearless, and Indifferent to Life and Death
 

Before the voice had fallen.

A cold light flashed, and a dagger plunged suddenly into Wilson’s palm, nailing it firmly to the ground.

The intense pain made Wilson scream miserably.

Selina held the handle of the dagger, slowly turning it.

With each turn, Wilson shuddered from the pain, and Selina’s laughter grew all the more maniacal.

“The torment you bestowed upon me, this time, I shall return it tenfold!” Selina said calmly, yet the deep-seated hatred in her words sent shivers down one’s spine.

The remaining members of the Blood Clan roared angrily and charged forward in unison, attempting to rescue Wilson.

Boom.

As they rushed forward, countless pure white flames trapped them firmly within.

Xue An’s gaze flickered, and he spoke indifferently, “Don’t rush, let’s take it one by one!”

With those words, the flames devoured all the members of the Blood Clan.

Though the stronger ones among them desperately propped up their blood-light, trying to resist the attack of the flames.

But their resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, only lasting for a few breaths before shattering tremendously.

Screams echoed through the entire Blood Clan hall, then abruptly ceased.

All the councilors were refined into Blood Pearls by Xue An’s flames, which then fell into Xue An’s hands.

Xue An picked up one and examined it, then nodded in satisfaction.

The Blood Pearls refined by the prince were much larger than the Duke’s, and the Rule Power they contained was much stronger.

By now, Xue An had nearly dozens of Duke’s Blood Beads and seven or eight prince’s Blood Pearls.

And this scene turned Wilson’s last bit of fantasy into a bubble burst.

This man, was like a Demon God himself, having slaughtered the entire Blood Clan to near extinction.

Xue An turned to look at the shivering Wilson, a slight smile on his face, about to speak.

Suddenly.

A crimson blood light appeared in Wilson’s eyes, and his entire demeanor suddenly became ancient and powerful.

“Who dares to slaughter my offspring!”

As the voice echoed, Wilson’s entire body floated into mid-air, his aura rapidly climbing, with his wings on his back not only being restored to their original state instantly but also sprouting a seventh pair of wings.

“It’s the second-generation Blood Clan!” Quintina screamed in horror.

Xue An’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching with interest for a while before shaking his head regretfully, “Just a projection, what a pity!”

Wilson was slightly taken aback, “Mortal, you surprise me, actually knowing about projections! Indeed, my true body is within the Blood Realm, but you’ve gone too far in slaughtering so many of my offspring, I had to come!”

As he spoke, Wilson looked down at Selina, her face twisted with maniacal hatred, and frowned, “As an offspring of the Blood Clan, you dare to turn against your master? Are you aware of your sin?”

Selina was fearless, with a cold laugh emerging, “Aware of my sin? When I was being tortured mercilessly, where were all you guys? And now you ask me if I know my sin?”

“You lowly Marquis, dare to speak to me like this?” the second-generation Blood Clan member roared angrily.

Upon hearing this, Selina snorted coldly and then stretched out two fingers viciously, “This is my response!”

Wilson’s face gradually darkened, and he snorted coldly, “Ignorant fool!”

As his voice fell, a ray of blood light shot straight towards Selina.

The immense energy contained within the blood light even caused ripples in the space it passed through.

Yet facing such a powerful attack, Selina was not afraid, her lips instead curling into a scornful smile.

Unfeeling and unafraid of life and death.

This… was the reason she was known as the little witch.

It was at this moment that a strand of sword light suddenly appeared, shattering the blood light.

Then Xue An’s indifferent voice came, “I’ve long felt that these so-called princes simply could not have supported the Blood Clan’s arrogance for so many years on their own. As expected, behind them are you so-called second-generations giving support, isn’t it?”

Wilson revealed a look of grave seriousness.

His arrival this time was act of necessity, hasty and without preparation for significant energy resources.

Therefore, he thought of disciplining these Blood Clan members and then dealing with Xue An afterward.

But Xue An’s dominance and strength still far exceeded his expectations.

“Human, I haven’t sought retribution for you refining so many of my Blood Clan’s warriors, and now you plan to intervene in the affairs of my Blood Clan?” Wilson said coldly.

Xue An responded with a faint smile, “You’ve got one thing wrong—I came to Blood Mountain specifically for you top-tier powerhouses!”

With that, countless sword lights surged towards the sky, heading straight for Wilson who was in midair.

“Arrogant!” The second-generation Blood Clan member that had descended into Wilson’s body was finally enraged.

A thick, indissoluble mass of bloody light formed an enormous fist, which then met the oncoming sword lights.

Ding ding ding.

After a series of faint sounds,

the sword lights gradually faded,

leaving the Blood Fist unscathed.

The smug smile of the second-generation Blood Clan member surfaced, ready to say something.

Suddenly,

a fist came barreling from behind.

He was shocked and attempted to dodge.

But at that moment, a faint voice echoed by his ear.

“Move… heaven and earth!”

Boom!

He couldn’t dodge at all.

The fist pierced directly through his back and burst out of his chest.

The second-generation Blood Clan member screamed in pain, looked down at the sudden appearance of the fist, then shouted in anger, “Human, the Blood Ancestor has returned, and we shall soon re-descend upon this world. When that time comes, you will pay!”

Xue An said coldly, “Quiet!”

At that moment, Wilson’s entire body started to dissipate like sand in the wind, gradually turning to nothingness.

With that, every member of the Blood Clan atop Blood Mountain was slaughtered by Xue An alone.

London.

Garry and Alonso followed a faint trace to the outskirts of the farm.

Alonso squatted in the bushes to inspect the area and then stood up, gently dusting off his hands with a subtly complex expression.

“There are traces here of two forces of nature having clashed.”

“Oh? So there have been conflicts between other powers and the Dark Night Elves?”

“Appears so!”

“In Europe, aside from the Elf lineage, only the dark Druids possess the Force of Nature! Has the Dark Council also involved themselves in this matter?” Garry said with a furrowed brow.

Alonso chuckled, “The Dark Night Elves are increasingly waning; naturally, many want a piece of them. Forget them for now; you’d better quickly find the entrance to the Elf Sanctuary!”

Garry nodded, closed his eyes to sense the surroundings for a moment, then pointed at the large tree.

“The entrance should be right here!”

Alonso’s eyes lit up, “Good, once we find the entrance, the rest will be easy!”

As he spoke, Alonso began to chant softly, “God said, all glory shall be mine!”

A sword of holy light then appeared in his hand and he brought it down fiercely.

Crack!

The large tree was split in two with a clean cut.

What was also cleaved open was the pathway to the Elf Sanctuary.