The Glory Of Your Bloodline

Rowan knew he could give more, and he let everything loose, and he opened the floodgates.

Rowan's blood was currently a whitish-gold color and contained an incomparable amount of vitality.

If not for the burden of carrying Soul Seizer and having died true deaths multiple times. He should be able to easily live for thousands of years.

He had a sneaking suspicion that even if his soul were to die at this moment, his body would still live on as a Divine Artifact, powerful and indestructible.

It gave him an odd sense of solace. His body would walk this land far after his death. A silent slap to his enemies. Although he would prefer to be alive, and with every moment his chances increased.

Every drop of Rowan's blood was equivalent to the amount of blood in a thousand men, perhaps he was underestimating this number. Every drop. Incomparable precious.