Bloodfiend had died.
Dracula's primordial spirit was extremely weak.
On the Altar of Souls, Gwendolyn's aura was very weak. She had depleted all her energy and eventually fainted.
Maxwell's mind and sea of consciousness had suffered a serious injury.
His body was so exhausted that it felt like a train had run him over a few times, but his heart was extremely excited because he was waiting for the system's notification tones.
Sovereign Bloodfiend.
One of the ten great Sovereigns under the command of a Devil God.
Even though he was just a strand of his primordial spirit, he still managed to be an incomparably huge existence!
The things exploding from his corpse…
"Should be awesome!"
Maxwell couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.
At this moment in time…
The sweet melodious notification tone sounded off!
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing the primordial spirit of Bloodfiend."
"Reward: 800,000 XP, 100,000 mana"
