"A powerful Huaxia youth, no matter who he is, if he dares to obstruct the revival plans of our Blood Clan, he must die." The elder said, hooking his finger at a man inside an iron cage.
"Puff!"
The man's eyes widened in fear, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his neck. Blood gurgled out, astonishingly flying through the air, pulling out a long thread of blood. The man's face showed pain, but he could not make any sound, and the muscles on his face twisted violently.
The teenagers and young women in the same cage looked on with expressions of despair, silently streaming tears of fear.
The threads of blood dancing in the air immediately flew to Morgan's arms, then adhered to his skin and seeped into his injured arms, continuously repairing the broken bones.
Morgan's face showed a slightly pleasurable expression, and his arms gradually healed, as good as new.
"Thank you, Master!"
