The masked man's blood seemed like the final strike, breaking through Charlotte's long-standing psychological defense line. Her gaze turned mad. The Lady Lord silently flew up, caught up with the masked man, and stabbed the Soul-devouring Blade into his chest again, blood splashing once more.
One stab, two stabs, three stabs...yet none hit vital points. It was as if Charlotte wanted to dismember the masked man, torturing him to death to vent her inner hatred.
Strangely, the masked man felt no pain, did not plead. The expression on his face was even crazier than Charlotte's, as if to say, "Let the storm come more fiercely."
"Hahaha... Kill me, kill me, I was the one who turned you into the Blood Clan. If you kill me, your bloodline will be completely unbound, your power will soar. The stronger you become, the faster Cain's bloodline will awaken. When the time is right, the followers will sacrifice you; you are destined to be the Blood Residence's offering!"
