616 Coffin

The ancient vampire held his throat, trying to say something but unable to make any sound. Black blood spurted out of his mouth nonstop, and his fair and smooth skin dried as if it were burnt. His crimson eyes were gradually frozen, with regret lingering on, before he collapsed on the ground.

"A Master of Transformation's blood is the last you try to suck. Tsk." Klaus clicked his tongue, as if he were sorry for the intellect of this ancient vampire.

Lucien chuckled. "In fact, the Master of Transformation's blood is the best. If you suck one of them, you will be essentially sucking countess races. But he shouldn't have sucked Erica's blood when she became a seraph. He must've been desperate about his life."