The Might of the Holy Blood

Atop a circular, floating stone, the Blood Tribe Return to Void Stage mighty figure, Cyril, was silently meditating.

He had released his divine sense to encompass an area within a radius of twenty-five kilometers. Within this area, even ants and flies could not escape his notice. It could be said that Laden largely had Cyril to thank for his safety.

A mosquito with an aura-concealment robe draped over its body flew toward him while remaining completely unnoticed.

The mosquito transformed into a beautiful woman with a lithe and graceful figure, and she was holding a bloodstained white longsword in her hand.

Cyril's body trembled, and even he didn't notice his assailant earlier, some sort of instinct still urged him to abruptly spring forward.

However, he was still too slow, and the white longsword instantly pierced through his chest like a bolt of white lightning.