Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/FTfXXYHnFT This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author
The moment he sensed that one had been created, he broke it apart by using his mental energy.
The others were doing the same too.
This was the reason Manananggal's copy couldn't control their blood externally even though they were in his range.
Any order he had given would be contested heavily by the true owner of the blood.
It was like trying to reclaim ownership of a castle with its soldiers while the emperor was still sitting on the throne.
With mere 5%, Manananggal's copy could cause blood clotting from such a distance.
If he wanted to cause more damage, he would need either to inject them with a bit of his bloodline or wound them and extract it.
'Damn it, this is never ending!' Rotspawn cursed while continuing to pop off a blood clot after the other.
'Just keep defending.' Felix stressed, 'If we adapted to this attack, we will have a much easier time later on during our true ambush.'