Chapter 1435 Bloodsucker Ancestors Avatar (1/2)

Realizing that the situation was hopeless, the three remaining Bloodsucker Princes knew that they had no other choice.

In the bloodsucker race, every Bloodsucker Prince was regarded as a slave to the Bloodsucker Ancestor. Each one had a unique way to offer sacrifices to the ancestor in exchange for something.

However, once a Bloodsucker Prince resorted to this, his soul would fall into darkness forever. Thus, very few Bloodsucker Princes chose to do so. Only a dire situation like this called for it.

”Let's seek help from the ancestor!” Joris and another prince nodded at each other, ready to begin their sacrifice.

”Great ancestor, listen to your humble servant's story...”

One of the three princes offered up his blood and soul. Immediately, eight altars appeared in front of him.

To his surprise, the other two princes, Joris and Ryker, didn't make a move.

”Joris! Ryker! What are you two doing?”

the Bloodsucker Prince demanded. Then, his eyes widened as he finally realized what was going on: he was fooled into sacrificing himself to summon the ancestor.

But he had already begun the process, so there was no turning back now.

Thick blood mist shrouded the eight altars. The Bloodsucker Prince who made the sacrifice lay in the middle, chanting an ancient and obscure language under his breath.

Runes began to flash in the blood mist.

From above, Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng were closely observing the situation unfold before them.

”Why don't we make a move now?” Knowing in his gut that something was wrong, Lord Feng turned to look at Lord Starry Sword uneasily.

”Don't you want to see what happens?” Lord Starry Sword replied monotonously, his eyes flashing coldly.

Lord Feng raised his eyebrows but didn't respond. He had immediately understood what Lord Starry Sword meant.

It turned out Lord Starry Sword had already heard of the Bloodsucker Princes' unique method. That was why he had stopped him from leaving.

”Interesting,” Lord Feng muttered under his breath. The two stopped chit chatting and trained their attention on the scene below them.

The blood mist was growing thicker and thicker. Finally, it surged and gradually condensed into a hapless figure of the bloodsucker race.

From a distance, the figure's face couldn't be seen clearly, but the six pairs of bat wings on its back made it clear who he was.

Upon the appearance of this figure, Joris and Ryker, who had been standing to the side, immediately fell to their knees in respect for him.