Yuqiongyin

The corners of Sylvalia's mouth curled up slightly, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in her eyes.

Is it because his legs are crippled that he longs for immortality? But he can't bear to give up his human senses and emotions.

My thoughts gradually became clearer, and I connected all the clues together.

Perhaps, this man is really the mastermind behind the whole incident.

Then he must die.

Below, Vivienne's body was seen suspended in mid-air, her long, smooth hair dancing in the wind. She looked indifferently at the silver sword in Bill's hand. The tip of the silver sword emitted a strange light, which must have been soaked in holy water.

Vivienne attacked ruthlessly, and every move was filled with murderous intent. Bill wielded the silver sword and continued to attack Vivienne, but Vivienne dodged easily and took the opportunity to counterattack.

Before long, Bill was covered in bruises and was finally kicked away by Vivian, falling heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but Wei Weien suddenly appeared in front of him and stepped on his chest.

The kick was so powerful that it seemed to break Bill's ribs. Bill suddenly had difficulty breathing and his face turned as pale as paper.

Wei Weien looked down at him, her eyes cold and ruthless, as if she was looking at an ant. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful and mocking smile: "You don't know your own limits."

Bill's eyes turned red with anger. He wanted to curse, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

He knew that he was no match for Wei Weien, so he could only glare at her fiercely. The woman's beautiful face was reflected in his eyes, but he did not feel any amazement, only infinite fear.

However, Wei Weien was not moved at all by Bill's anger. Instead, she stretched out her hand, tightened her five fingers, and an invisible force gripped Bill's heart.

She applied a little force with her fingers, and Bill felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Ahhhhhh..." Bill groaned in pain, his body shaking continuously.

He tried to resist, but his strength was far inferior to Wei Weien's. He could only watch his life slip away, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.

The long nails pierced into the skin, and the heart was taken out alive and then crushed easily.

Her bare feet were covered in blood, and Vivienne slowly wiped them on the robe of the old man who died with his eyes open. The old man deserved to die, and his body should be taken back and hung in the room for appreciation.

In just a short while, Ivy and Jeff were the only humans left in the room.

After drinking their fill of blood, several vampires stood respectfully behind Sylvaria.

"It seems that the eternal life you want is out of your reach." Sylvalia's voice was soft, but it was like a wind blade with a knife piercing straight into Jeff's heart.

Seeing that he couldn't leave the room, Jeff didn't want to escape anymore. He leaned on Ivy, holding the latest magic potion in his hand.

"No! Impossible! I've put in so much effort..." Jeff's body trembled, and he muttered to himself, his voice full of unwillingness and pain.

"How could you do this to me? I will do anything for eternal life..." Jeff said gritting his teeth, his heart filled with resentment.

He smiled bitterly. He had worked so hard for so long, but in the end he would have to pay with his life. The thought of doing so was really unacceptable.

Sylvalia looked at Jeff silently, without any sympathy on her face.

"This is your fate. The eternal life you seek is ultimately just an illusory dream."

Jeff tightly grasped the magic potion in his hand, his heart full of contradictions and struggles.

He knew that using this potion might bring irreversible consequences, but at this moment, he had no choice.

"If this is my fate, then I will accept it! Humans will not give up easily. Even if we cannot achieve immortality, we will make you vampires pay the price!"

Jeff gritted his teeth, his teeth chattered, and his eyes flashed with madness.

After saying this, Jeff opened the magic potion bottle in his hand without hesitation. The liquid exuded a mysterious aura, which made people feel an indescribable fear.

He drank the liquid in it, and in an instant, a dazzling light burst out from Jeff's body, illuminating the entire room.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful magical power swept in like a surging wave, enveloping the entire space.

Sylvalia's face remained calm as water, and she watched everything happening in front of her quietly.

Although she had no idea what exactly Jeff had drunk, it was obvious that it was an extremely powerful and dangerous force.

So, in the next second, Jeff's chest suddenly exploded, and his bloody heart was exposed to everyone.

The bright red heart was still beating, held in Sylvaria's palm.

“Ahhhhhhhh——!!!” Ivy screamed in horror, her voice so sharp and piercing that it almost pierced people’s eardrums.

At the same time, Jeff, who was enveloped by the light, also let out a miserable scream. The scream seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of despair and pain.

"Jeff, Jeff!" Hearing the shrill cry, Ivy beside her had already collapsed to the ground in fright, her face pale.

Jeff's heartless body was instantly engulfed by the surging magic power, and then his body began to twist and deform as if he was suffering from great pain.

As time passed, Jeff's blood-covered body gradually became transparent and finally disappeared into the air, leaving only a heart-wrenching silence.

Ivy stood there quietly, her heart filled with endless sadness and despair, tears rolling down her cheeks, she murmured to herself: "Is this the result you wanted..."

There were still powerful fluctuations of power around, and Sylvalia couldn't be sure whether Jeff was really dead, so she silently crushed the non-beating heart.

Perhaps, he would reappear in an unexpected way. In order to avoid this possibility, Sylvaria threw the unconscious Ivy to Vivienne and used a lot of her own energy to set up a barrier here.

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Outside the ruins, the severe pain in her body woke Ivy up.

Vivienne, wearing red high heels, took a clean handkerchief from her hands and carefully wiped the blood off her hands. She spoke softly.

"Good boy, you are a waste now. Don't you want to live? Do you want me to send you off?"

She threw away her handkerchief, walked up to Ivy, reached out to brush away her messy hair, with a creepy smile on her lips, which made Ivy completely sober.

Vampires are all extremely good-looking, especially high-level vampires like Vivienne, who have dazzling and deadly looks, beautiful and dangerous.

Ivy, who wanted to use her ability to attack, found that she could not feel her ability at all. She could tell with her toes that it was Vivienne's fault.

"No, no! I'm going to kill you--!!!"

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha—! I finally found it~”

Vivienne smiled ostentatiously, she looked at Ivy with satisfaction as she said harsh words, but the fear in her eyes was so obvious.

Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, her fangs were exposed, her cold fingers brushed across her delicate cheeks, her red lips slightly parted, "Then what can I do? You don't have the ability, die in despair..."

"One day...one day I will kill you with my own hands..." Ivy murmured in a low voice, but no one cared.

"Vivienne, it's time to go back." Sylvaria jumped out from the ruins.

"Yes, my Lord~"

Vivienne stood up and saluted, then carried the body of the old human and followed Sylvaria back to the vampire clan.