Could it be that most of the blood was from ordinary humans, and the quality was too poor?
Immediately, he turned his head to look at one of the Black Flame monks and said, "Blanchard, go check it out."
"At your command, my lord!" Blanchard, the Black Flame monk, was too excited to think twice and immediately stepped forward.
As he drew closer...
The next second!
The withered arm suddenly stretched nearly twice as long and pierced Blanchard's heart with a speed faster than lightning.
"Fr...Freeman...save me...."
Before he could finish the word 'me', Blanchard, who was comparable to a formal knight, was already dead!
And in just a few seconds, Blanchard's youthful face had become extremely withered, his entire body appearing like a dried corpse!
Meanwhile, the withered arm gained dozens of blood lines, channeling the essence of Blanchard's body's blood into the torso!
This scene naturally shocked the other Black Flame monks, causing them to quickly step back!
