Yuqiongyin

In the evening, the setting sun was dim, casting a golden afterglow, and the two finally arrived at the border between the vampire territory and the human world.

Passing through a patch of low bushes, the ruins came into view. The atmosphere was quiet and a little weird, as if it hid endless secrets.

A few vampire bats flew over the tops of the branches, startling the birds on the branches. They flew up with a whoosh, forming a black flock.

Sylva Ria stood there quietly, staring at the scene in front of her, and a strong stench of decay hit her in the face.

She couldn't help but frown, a sense of uneasiness rising in her heart, the scene before her made her feel unfamiliar.

She slowly approached and found that the barrier she had set up was no longer the same as before.

In the past, this barrier was used to protect humans and vampires from outside interference, but now it exudes a strange black aura, like a black hole devouring the vitality of the surroundings.

This change made Sylva Ria realize that things might be more serious than she thought.

She walked closer and raised her hand to touch the barrier. The black energy around the barrier became thicker and thicker, almost covering the entire area and was even slowly expanding.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind me, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

Sylvalia turned her head and saw Alex running towards her, with a cloud of black mist following behind him in the distance.

Just as Alex approached cautiously and was about to speak, Sylvaria suddenly raised her foot and kicked Alex in the abdomen.

The kick was so powerful that it sent Alex flying several meters away, and he finally came to a stop after crashing heavily into a thick tree trunk.

"puff--!"

Alex didn't expect that just when he was about to open his mouth to remind Sylvaria that there was danger behind him, he was kicked away by her before he could even say a word.

If you look closely, you will find that the tree trunk that Alex is leaning against seems to have become dented.

At this moment, as soon as he opened his mouth, blood would keep gushing out of his mouth and there was no way to stop it.

Sylvaria's kick was so fierce that Alex felt as if his internal organs were displaced and even some of his ribs were broken.

Sylvaria waved her hand and set up another barrier to prevent the black gas from spreading further. Her eyes were as cold as ice, staring straight at the black fog in front of her.

"Jeff, you are not dead after all."

The aura of the King of the Blood Clan spread out, and his cold voice was filled with chill, as if to freeze the air around him.

Hearing Sylvaria speak, Alex, who was almost fainting from the pain, slowly raised his head. His body was so weak that he could hardly support himself, but he still tried hard to open his eyes.

There was still a hint of daze in his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the shock of being kicked away just now.

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and onto his clothes, forming dark red flowers.

In a daze, he seemed to see Sylvaria smile, and there was a hint of sarcasm in that cold smile.

The little remaining twilight still shrouded her. Against the eerie backdrop of the ruins, her figure stood out particularly, like a goddess in the darkness, giving people a feeling of oppression and mystery.

And that perfect face, as if carved by a god himself, had always been cold and elegant, but at this moment when he smiled he looked extremely seductive, a charm that was irresistible.

"Sylva, you are not dead yet. I will not die so easily. I have obtained the power of immortality. The next step is to kill you..."

Sylvaria looked at him calmly, a casual smile on her lips, murderous intent evident in her purple-red pupils.

"It seems that you have been waiting for me to come. Unfortunately, the altar and the spells on the formation... cannot let you leave."

The blood-red moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight poured down like a veil.

Sylva had seen the intricate patterns on the altar as early as when she arrived. These patterns did not look like they were carved by humans, but rather more like spells formed by casting some powerful magic.

Of course, she knew very well what Jeff wanted to do, so she kicked Alex off the altar without hesitation to prevent him from holding her back at the critical moment.

However, what she didn't expect was that she kicked too hard, causing a large amount of blood to flow out of Alex, which unexpectedly became the medium for activating Jeff's spell.

The blood gradually swirled along the dark blue lines, eventually dyeing the altar under his feet a crystal clear bright red.

It's just a small mistake, no big deal.

Seeing that Jeff didn't say anything, Sylvaly raised her eyebrows and said softly, "Back then, you thought about taking that thing and then activating this magic after I left. But I remember that this formation has been lost for a long time, and I didn't expect that you would find it."

As she finished her words, Jeff slowly turned into substance and appeared in front of Sylvaria.

Jeff looked extremely old at this moment. His skin was wrinkled and piled up like tree bark. The wrinkles on his face were crisscrossed like gullies, making him look extremely ugly.

This was the price he paid for using magic. After that, he lived for a hundred years, waiting for Sylvaria, waiting for this moment to come.

"Ivy is dead. You killed her."

Jeff's voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes were sharp, staring straight at Sylvaria.

Facing Jeff's questioning, Sylvaria showed no fear or guilt.

She looked at Jeff quietly and said indifferently, "Yes, I killed her. Her death was not too ugly."

"Why?" Jeff's voice became low and angry, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

He stared at Sylva with eyes wide open, looking at her in disbelief, eyes full of astonishment and confusion, "She's just an innocent girl?!"

Sylva Ria shook her head gently, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile that made people shudder.

"Innocent? No one in this world is truly innocent." Her voice was calm and cold, as if she was stating an indisputable fact. "Besides, what she did, and what you did, you both deserve to die. The blood race naturally has its own rules, and it is not your turn to make the decision."

Jeff's face turned gloomy in an instant. He widened his eyes and stared at Sylvaria like an enraged beast.

"She deserves to die? We deserve to die?" His voice was filled with deep hatred, as if he wanted to eat Sylvaria alive. "The vampires are so cruel and cunning, and have killed so many people. How can you live for thousands of years?!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly with anger, his voice filled with hatred for the vampires, "Humans are the race that should have eternal life, the vampires must die!"