Qi Suian shouldered a large pole strung with heads and headed for the front lines.
The front line was no longer in its original position, but on the border between the former Wallachia Kingdom, once ruled by the Son of the Dragon, and the Transylvania Kingdom.
"You're back. Looks like you didn't find the Spirit Staff." The Daywalker glanced at the pole Qi Suian was carrying.
Each and every head belonged to a Blood Prince. Because of their immortality, they were all still alive.
As for their bodies, Qi Suian had burned them all for fuel.
"I actually have a question." Qi Suian casually tossed the pole aside. Instead of answering the Daywalker's question, he sat down and asked one of his own.
His serious expression made the Daywalker grow solemn. "What is it?"
"The Blood Race die when a wooden stake pierces their heart. I can understand that as stakes being their weakness."
"But now they don't even have bodies, let alone hearts. So why are they still alive?"
