Mark's eyes were still open, but his pupils had already dilated.
Before his consciousness completely plunged into darkness, the last image that appeared in his mind was an elegant woman who bore a striking resemblance to Irene.
That was Irene's grandmother, Mark's unforgettable beloved.
The woman's image was clear at first, then gradually became blurry until finally, her figure shattered like a bubble, completely disappearing...
Meng Yan expertly retrieved Mark's Magic Crystal.
It was also a light blue crystal.
However, unlike the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's Magic Crystal, Mark's Magic Crystal surface did not have sky-blue patterns.
It was just a First-Order ordinary Werewolf level Magic Crystal.
Crack!
He crushed the Magic Crystal and absorbed the soul within it.
Mark's residual consciousness completely dissipated.
All his memories were received by Meng Yan, and his soul power increased Meng Yan's control over the Godhead slightly.
Meng Yan floated up again, flying towards the place where the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's body lay.
Behind him, Blood Energy quietly permeated the area.
Mark's remaining body was completely corroded by the Blood Energy.
Even the fresh blood on the ground was evaporated.
John, at some unknown point, silently followed behind Meng Yan.
He was a smart man.
Although he heard the conversation between Meng Yan and Mark, he wisely said nothing.
Silence is also a form of wisdom.
Meng Yan quickly flew to the Blue-Eyed Werewolf's body.
With a casual wave of his hand, a large amount of Blood Energy appeared, gradually covering the body.
It was only a short while.
The massive body, over four meters long, was completely eroded.
A pile of reddish-gray dust was left on the spot.
Meng Yan's hand beckoned slightly, and three items flew out of the dust pile, suspended before him.
A pitch-black necklace, a thumb-sized prismatic spike, and a sparkling purple gem.
His mutated Spiritual Power scanned back and forth over the three items.
The internal structures of these items were all presented in Meng Yan's mind.
Soon, he already knew exactly what these three items before him were.
That pitch-black necklace was a Second-Order Demon Magic Tool.
Demon Magic Tools are powerful tools created by human Demon Magicians.
Only Demons and human Demon Magicians can use such tools; other extraordinary races are simply unable to activate the power within Demon Magic Tools.
This Demon Magic Tool was temporarily useless to Meng Yan.
The thumb-sized prismatic spike was a Second-Order offensive Witchcraft Tool, usable only by Werewolves, so Meng Yan naturally could not use it either.
The sparkling purple gem, on the other hand, was a Second-Order evil spirit items.
A evil spirit items refers to an item used by an Evil Spirit, imbued with some of the Evil Spirit's power.
And ranked evil spirit itemss are cherished items that Evil Spirits keep by their side day and night, or are simply vessels for Evil Spirits.
Like this Second-Order evil spirit items before him, it housed a Second-Order Evil Spirit, sealed by a special rune and trapped within the purple gem.
Such items are valuable materials for making blood implements or Witchcraft Tools.
Meng Yan's lips curved; this evil spirit items happened to be useful to him.
A Blood Energy Flying Blade appeared, striking a special part of the purple gem.
That was where the sealing rune was weakest.
Crunch!
A harsh sound rang out, the purple gem vibrated slightly, and an invisible wave spread from the gem.
The sealing rune had been dispelled.
Streams of purple gas emerged from the gem, about to form a humanoid figure.
Meng Yan reached out and touched the purple gas.
All the purple gas instantly vanished, the purple gem shattered into fine dust, scattering with the wind.
Feeling the numerous memory images that appeared in his mind, and the slightly improved control over the Godhead.
Meng Yan smiled faintly; the harvest was good.
After one battle, he had absorbed the souls of a Second-Order Low-level Werewolf and an ordinary Werewolf.
Now he had also absorbed the soul of a Second-Order Evil Spirit.
This increased his control over the Godhead by a small margin.
The pure energy released by the Godhead also significantly increased.
His Spiritual Power sensing range expanded to over nine hundred meters, not far from the Second-Order Viscount's limit of one thousand meters.
According to the current situation, if he were to immediately fall into a deep sleep to absorb energy, it would take him at most three years to raise his Blood Core energy level to the top Blood Clan Viscount level.
Although he couldn't use the Demon Magic Tool and the offensive Witchcraft Tool, he could find a way to trade them to other extraordinary creatures, so they still had some value.
Oh, and there was also the green bracelet-shaped blood implement that the Blue-Eyed Werewolf gave Meng Yan.
Thinking of this, a peculiar smile appeared in Meng Yan's eyes.
That green bracelet was a Second-Order blood implement that could amplify Blood Energy.
If refined, it could directly double the Blood Energy of a Viscount or lower-ranking Blood Clan from nothing.
Meng Yan's Blood Energy accumulation was already several times more than that of Blood Clan at the same level.
Adding this blood implement was like adding wings to a tiger.
He casually tucked the pitch-black necklace and the prismatic spike into his jacket pocket, placing them with the green bracelet.
Meng Yan smiled at John, who was standing obediently beside him, and said:
"It seems we'll have to fly the rest of this distance."
John looked up at the scorching sun high in the sky and said with a bitter smile:
"We're in for it."
...Sith Village.
The scenery here is beautiful, and the climate is pleasant, so many wealthy people choose to settle here.
At this moment, Meng Yan and John, after half an hour of flying, finally arrived at this renowned village.
Along the way, they flew at a low altitude.
Under the concealment of their Spiritual Power, ordinary people could not see their figures.
As long as they didn't encounter a Demon Hunter, extraordinary races in this world could walk openly on crowded streets, and no one would notice their existence.
Along the way, John was extremely uncomfortable from the sun.
As soon as he arrived at Sith Village, he didn't even bother to visit his family but went to buy a parasol first.
Meng Yan, however, felt nothing.
Generally, Blood Clan Viscounts no longer felt uncomfortable because of the sun.
Especially Meng Yan, who had very little Blood Energy remaining in his body.
Meng Yan told John to go see his family and to find him after he was done.
He, himself, went to a car dealership and bought a car of the same brand as the previous silver sedan.
It cost several million Federation coins.
Ten thousand Federation coins were roughly enough for an ordinary family of three to live for a year.
And Meng Yan casually spent millions of Federation coins.
In this world, there were never Blood Clan who lacked money.
Aside from anything else, Blood Clan could simply choose some wealthy individuals nearing the end of their lives and convert them into Blood Servants, and they would never lack money.
The former Ryan, before becoming a Blood Clan, was an heir to a mortal great family, so he naturally would not lack secular wealth.
Even though Ryan later largely severed ties with his original family.
The funds he could readily access were never less than tens of millions of Federation coins, not counting various real estate properties under his name.
The Blood Servants Ryan had cultivated before were also not individuals who lacked money.
For Blood Clan, money was just a number.
After buying the car, Meng Yan also obtained some fresh blood through special channels, sealed it, and placed it in the car's freezer.
Because he had pure energy to replenish his body's consumption, he rarely needed to replenish blood, unless in special circumstances.
But John needed it.
These blood supplies were basically prepared for John.