At this moment.
Gazing at Yuan's retreating figure,
the Blood Race Marquis finally let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully,
that monster was willing to stop.
Otherwise, he really didn't know what he would have done.
It was obvious!
His stupid son must have done something foolish.
And ended up provoking a god of slaughter.
They were already in the wrong, and he couldn't beat the man in a fight. It was enough to give him a splitting headache!
In the face of absolute power,
any and all status was meaningless.
Even he, a Marquis, couldn't protect Sam.
The Blood Race Marquis picked up the severed limb from the ground, only to find it had been corroded by some kind of substance and couldn't be reattached to his body. Helpless, he had no choice but to activate the dark energy and blood essence within him.
VMMM!
As new flesh began to bud and grow from the stump of his left arm,
