On the spire of the Blood Cathedral, twelve statues of the Blood Race simultaneously came to life, transforming into ancient Blood Race with bat wings.
They were the first-generation Blood Race personally transformed by Cain, each possessing strength comparable to that of a Prince. A heavy blood mist barrier rose around the church, capable of withstanding a nuclear attack.
Ye Qingzhou didn't even glance at these defenses, merely swung his sword.
"Slash."
A plain and unadorned sword light descended.
The twelve ancient Blood Race had just risen into the air when they were shattered into blood mist by the residual wave of Sword Qi.
The supposedly indestructible blood mist barrier was cut like paper, with the Sword Qi continuing its momentum, splitting the entire Blood Cathedral in half.
Duke Morgan crawled out of the ruins in a sorry state, his left arm already disappeared within the Sword Qi.
