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Thinking of Du Guangyuan and Little Vlad made his blood boil with anger. It was precisely because of this deceptive old man's persuasive efforts and exaggerated praises that he found himself in such a pathetic situation.

This damned low-level Blood Servant! First, he hypocritically agreed to the sacrifice request, taking days to gather the required number of people. Once the sacrifice was complete and he had regained sixty to seventy percent of his strength, he sycophantically coaxed him into participating in the Divine Desire Organization's operation.

Originally, he planned to secretly regain his strength and look for an opportunity to teach those foolish investigation bureau members and this country a bloody lesson. However, after being repeatedly persuaded by Du Guangyuan, his thoughts changed. One of the purposes of his trip was already somewhat intertwined with the Divine Desire Organization.

Now, facing Divine Desire's insistent invitation, he only needed to raise his hand. It could strengthen their cooperative relationship, avenge the continuous hunt he faced, and he would even receive substantial rewards promised by the Divine Desire Organization. As the saying goes, it was killing three birds with one stone. Why wouldn't he be happy?

Weighing the pros and cons, he finally agreed to the Divine Desire Organization's request and officially joined this assault plan!

Confident in his strength and eager to shine in this great battle, Little Vlad never expected to almost lose his life and stumble so embarrassingly.

At this moment, he unexpectedly experienced the same psychological resonance as another detained individual at the scene, Zhao Liben! He felt so wronged! So unfortunate!

With his current strength, even if not at his peak, he was more than capable of handling a battle of this scale. Though he couldn't crush everyone, he could retreat just as that black-robed elder from the Daoist Realm had done if the opportunity wasn't right.

So from the very beginning of the battle, he hadn't given it his all, playing cat and mouse with his opponent. While constantly pressuring the foe into a pit of despair, he observed the entire battlefield and formed a reasonable evaluation of this world's power level in his mind.

Later, Ye Ruozai's participation sparked some interest in Little Vlad, and the ambush by Han Jia Ru with two others finally put some pressure on him. As wounds began to appear on his body, it further fueled his desire to fight. Just when he pretended to be cornered and was ready to retaliate seriously, to kill these fools and enjoy their expressions of disbelief and despair before death, winding up this somewhat entertaining game—

Those despicable ants unexpectedly used powers from another dimension to ambush him!

In the instant he was struck by eight beams of light, Little Vlad realized it was a power not from this world. This attack shared some attributes with Holy Light, nearly burning and warping his skin in an instant. The physical agony was secondary to the mental torment, which made him wish for death. The beams suppressed him, stripping him of the ability to use most of the Blood Race's magical talents, leaving him to rely on his natural physical strength to withstand the attack.

Dragging his severely injured body to lean against the ruins, Little Vlad was filled with shameful and frustrated anger but maintained rationality, knowing he had now lost the ability to battle these people. Avenging himself was out of the question, and he couldn't even complete the task assigned by his family.

The only plan now was to find a way to escape back to the Magic Realm to heal. Luckily, though this attack left him gravely injured, it didn't damage his core. After returning, with his father's help, he'd sleep for a year or two and recover. At that time!

With this thought, he coldly scanned everyone present, imprinting their images in his mind. He then glanced at the bizarre large dog rolling on the ground, snorting with disdain. As expected, the useless Blood Servant couldn't even handle such a beast! If Du Guangyuan were still alive, he could perform a blood sacrifice to aid in his recovery.

At the other end of the battlefield, Pei Yan, seeing that the situation was settled and that there were many experts present, decided not to step forward boldly. Blending in the crowd with people like Xia Yu, he looked from afar at the gray-haired boy climbing out of the ruins, whose vengeful gaze swept over every person present.

The one receiving his focused attention was Ye Jiumu, resting on Xia Yu's shoulder—the main culprit behind Little Vlad's misfortune—who had fainted from exhaustion at this moment. Whether it was because of subconscious self-protection or not, suddenly, Xia Yu felt Ye Jiumu, leaning against her, shiver violently as if he had malaria.

This continued until Ye Ruozai slowly approached the two, blocking Little Vlad's sight, leading to some improvement. Pei Yan watched from the corner of his eye as the encirclement led by Li Jianguo around the gray-haired boy shrank increasingly. Sensing the strong hatred directed at her brother, Ye Ruozai took the initiative to strike; a longsword appeared out of thin air, launching with a swish.

Awesome! Seeing this, Pei Yan's eyes gleamed with admiration. Deeply influenced by wuxia novels, he secretly envied Ye Ruozai's elegant combat style. Watching her long hair gently blown by the swiftness of the flying sword, revealing her calm and handsome side profile, Pei Yan looked at Ye Jiumu resting on Xia Yu's shoulder with the same features but with puffy cheeks drooling, and sighed heavily.

Comparing people is maddening, comparing goods is disappointing!

In stark contrast to Pei Yan's envious gaze, Little Vlad, leaning on the ruins, faced the approaching flying sword with a sneer of disdain, snorting as he swiftly chanted an incantation in the Magic Realm language, ending with a low shout: "Blood Transfer!" The moment those words fell, his body began to transform into pools of thick blood, sliding downward.

Just as Little Vlad was about to leave some sarcastic remarks before leaving, he heard a thud! Suddenly, his body flew backwards rapidly, hitting the broken wall behind him with a dull thud.

In disbelief, he stared at the longsword piercing through his scapula, looked down at the interrupted Secret Technique stopped halfway through his body, spat out a mouthful of blood, and raised his head, loudly questioning Ye Ruozai: "How did you do it?"

Without a translator device, Ye Ruozai couldn't understand what he was saying, squinting his eyes in confusion, staring at the frenzied Little Vlad. He didn't understand why his probing attack caused such a huge reaction.

Seeing Ye Ruozai not responding, Little Vlad pressed the sword hilt, painfully pulling it out of his body, throwing it aside, and again in a fierce tone asked in this world's language: "Who are you really! How did you do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another voice sounded from outside the circle, responding: "It wasn't him; it was me!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, Pei Yan and Shangxing twisted their necks, expression rigid, exclaimed in unison, shocked: "Trash?"