Carlos Vernal's pupils shrank sharply.
The shadows pooling in the corners of his eyes grew thicker, trembling with instinctive dread.
Every breath he inhaled burned violently in his lungs.
This heat—
This oppressive, ancient aura—
It terrified him.
The woman was no human.
Her blood carried a lineage too ancient, too savage, too overwhelming.
A transformed tenth-level monster… And merely tenth-level—
But with the combat power of the Intermediate Supreme Perfection.
Carlos Vernal felt his scalp numb.
With such a spiritual beast guarding the Blood Tavern, their chances of victory plummeted to zero.
Seth Vernal might be arrogant, but even he wouldn't dare face such an existence head-on.
If they continued—
They might die here today.
They had failed to capture the Blood Tavern personnel.
They had not seen Ethan.
They had not obtained a single clue.
But they had accomplished one objective—
They confirmed the Blood Tavern's true strength.
