Count Janet was nowhere to be found; inside the carriage sat the Count's daughter and a Beast Tamer.
"Lord Eugene, in a quarter of an hour, the target will enter the ambush circle."
Several Counts stepped forward to report, having made full preparations for this ambush.
"Good, go and prepare."
The Marquis with silver-gray hair squinted, rubbing a ring on his finger.
The ring revived. It sprouted a pair of small demon wings, and a large eyeball on it opened, blinking.
Suddenly, the void rippled and twisted. His figure gradually sank into it, disappearing from the sight and perception of all the Blood Race.
His Bloodline Power was a notch weaker than that of the White Death Gods. However, in specific environments, he could exert strength that crushed all enemies, surpassing even the White Death Gods.
