"If I had used my witch tools… If I had gone all out from the start… If I hadn't been wary of the Victor Family, afraid of killing their genius and causing trouble…" the Blue-Eyed Werewolf thought, lying on the ground, helpless and resentful.
Unfortunately, there aren't that many "ifs" in the world.
There are only results.
The result was that he was severely wounded and on the verge of death, with no power left to turn the tables.
But he was unwilling, he regretted it!
He refused to accept it!!
Not far away, Meng Yan landed on the ground.
He walked over step by step.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The Blue-Eyed Werewolf heard the approaching footsteps, and the anger and resentment in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a deep fear.
He's coming, he's coming to kill me.
I'm going to die!
I don't want to die!
The Blue-Eyed Werewolf wanted to struggle to his feet; he wanted to leave, to escape from here, to escape from that strange Blood Clan whose physical body was impossibly strong.
However, he was too severely injured.
Even moving slightly was accompanied by excruciating pain, let alone standing up.
Suddenly,
the Blue-Eyed Werewolf felt his vision dim.
A shadow enveloped him.
Meng Yan had already walked to his side, looking down at him.
"Please… don't… kill… me," the Blue-Eyed Werewolf stammered, uttering each word with difficulty.
Meng Yan's gaze was cold.
Looking at this dying Werewolf, there was no pity in his eyes.
If he hadn't advanced to Blood Clan Viscount.
If it had been the former Ryan.
The deep blue Magic Giant Claw attack the Blue-Eyed Werewolf launched at the silver-white sedan would have been enough to severely injure or directly kill him.
Meng Yan raised his hand.
Blood Energy gathered, condensing into a blade.
It fell.
The Blood Energy Flying Blade deeply pierced the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's brain, then twisted.
Red and white flowed all over the ground.
Meng Yan's expression remained unchanged.
In the five years after he first transmigrated.
He had killed people for the sake of studying the Godhead.
He was no longer the ordinary youth on Blue Star who would make a fuss for half a day just to kill a chicken.
With a squelch.
A light blue crystal flew out of the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's shattered head.
The surface of the light blue crystal was surrounded by some sky-blue patterns.
This was a Werewolf's magic crystal.
A magic crystal from a Tier 2, low-level Werewolf.
Like the Blood Core of the Blood Clan, the magic crystal was the core of a Werewolf's power and also its life core.
Inside the magic crystal was where the Werewolf's soul resided.
Meng Yan grabbed the magic crystal, then squeezed, directly crushing the light blue crystal in his hand.
An inexplicable soul fluctuation emanated from the fragments of the light blue crystal, then abruptly vanished.
Any soul entity touched by Meng Yan would be absorbed by the Godhead.
The Blue-Eyed Werewolf's soul had completely disappeared.
His soul consciousness dissipated.
All of his memories were received by Meng Yan; memory scenes appeared in his mind. He merely gave them a cursory glance, then temporarily buried these memories, to be retrieved and used when needed.
The energy inherent in the soul itself transformed into pure nourishment, strengthening the part of the Godhead that belonged to Meng Yan.
His drop of water, which had merged into the ocean, expanded its area somewhat.
His control over the Godhead increased slightly.
The continuous release of pure energy from the Godhead, within a unit of time, was noticeably more than before.
Meng Yan was very satisfied.
The more pure energy released from the Godhead, the faster his strength would increase.
His physical body would be strengthened even further.
His Blood Energy level could also continuously increase.
He glanced at the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's corpse, temporarily leaving it be.
He floated up again and flew towards the southeast.
Not far in that direction.
John was diligently holding back Werewolf Mark.
Mark had now sensed that the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's aura had disappeared.
In his shock, he only wanted to escape quickly.
However, John kept a close watch on him, his Blood Energy Flying Blade ready to strike.
With John's top-tier Baron level Blood Energy, he could have controlled nine Blood Energy Flying Blades.
But he had only just learned this basic Blood Clan Magic and couldn't use it freely.
He adopted a very clever approach.
He focused solely on condensing one Blood Energy Flying Blade, attacking Mark from a distance.
Once Mark got close, he would immediately leave his original position. With his top-tier Baron level speed, he could easily evade Mark's pursuit.
This way, Mark found it difficult to get close to John.
When Mark tried to leave the battlefield, John would, from a long distance, control the Blood Energy Flying Blade to attack him.
Furthermore, John also used a Tier 1 Blood Clan Magic, Scarlet Round Shield.
He condensed a shield that was only half the size of a normal Scarlet Round Shield and held it in his hand.
Occasionally, when Mark released a Magic Giant Claw attack and he couldn't dodge in time, he would use the small Scarlet Round Shield in his hand to temporarily block the attack, then once again create distance.
He repeated this process.
He held Mark in check, much like "flying a kite."
Meng Yan secretly nodded; John had done well.
If he wasn't proficient with the Blood Energy Flying Blade, he just condensed one blade.
If he hadn't fully mastered the Scarlet Round Shield, he reduced its size, condensing a temporarily usable small shield.
Coupled with the "kite-flying" tactic, Mark truly had no immediate solution.
"John, stand down. I'll take it from here," Meng Yan's voice came over.
John's face lit up with joy. The shield and Blood Energy Flying Blade in his hand dissipated, turning into Blood Energy and returning to his body.
Then he retreated to a nearby spot.
Mark, on the other hand, was greatly alarmed. Beads of sweat appeared on his gray-furred face, and he bolted towards the distance, heedless of everything.
Meng Yan looked at Mark's retreating figure, expressionless. He formed his hand into a blade, then swung it.
A giant Blood Energy Flying Blade, over two meters tall, appeared out of thin air, cutting towards Mark with unmatched speed.
Whoosh!
Mark's body was directly severed at the waist.
His lower half, driven by instinct, took a few steps forward before collapsing.
His upper body, due to inertia, flew a distance forward before falling to the ground.
A large amount of fresh blood flowed all over the ground.
Mark's face was filled with panic and fear.
He was still crawling forward with his hands, still trying to get further away from Meng Yan, even further… Meng Yan flashed, already appearing beside Mark.
He said coldly:
"If you hadn't appeared before me again after last time,
I wouldn't have gone looking for trouble with you.
But I didn't expect you to still be so entangled, insisting on putting me to death.
This time, I won't let you escape again."
Mark heard Meng Yan's words and suddenly thought of something, as if grasping a life-saving straw. He hurriedly said:
"Ryan, for Irene's sake, spare me this one time.
I won't bother you again.
For Irene's sake…"
As he spoke, his voice gradually grew weaker. The extensive bleeding made his remaining half-body extremely weak.
Meng Yan shook his head, no longer speaking.
He pointed a finger forward, and a small Blood Energy Flying Blade condensed, aimed at Mark's head.
Mark looked up, saw Meng Yan's cold expression, and suddenly had a moment of clarity, like a final surge of life.
He shouted:
"Who exactly are you!
You are not Ryan!
Ryan wouldn't kill me!"
Meng Yan's pupils constricted, then quickly regained their calm.
He smiled gently:
"You're right, I am not Ryan."
As soon as his voice fell, the Blood Energy Flying Blade pierced through his skull.
Werewolf Mark died.