"Did they escape?"
Bologue looked down, clearly seeing the bloodstains left on the wall. Under the pouring rain, they were slowly diffusing.
Zefirin's ether reaction had disappeared. Bologue did not think he had killed the opponent; it seemed more like the opponent did not want to tangle with him further.
The surroundings echoed with bloodthirsty murmurs. The Bloodthirsty were using their sharp claws, clinging to the walls like geckos. Some approached Bologue, while others neared the bloodstain, licking Zefirin's fresh blood.
The blood of a high-ranking Night Race member was irresistibly tempting to the Bloodthirsty. Soon, their movements stalled, and then they simultaneously twisted their heads to look at Bologue.
More than a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes stared intensely at Bologue, reflecting his visage in their bloody lenses.
The battle wasn't over yet.
