At this moment, he finally noticed a wound on his calf that he didn't know when he got.
He seemed to realize something, but his whole body had already collapsed powerlessly.
The Blood Mage walked over to look at him, licking his lips.
"Crunch, crunch..."
A Blood Race Soldier riding a giant bat descended from the sky.
The Blood Mage sat on the ground, turning his head to look at him.
On his pale face, a lot of fresh blood stained the direction of his lips, with some bits of flesh clinging there.
He seemed to have a thin, long object in his mouth, chewing it.
In front of him lay a corpse, its chest and abdomen completely hollowed out, the blood within seemingly vanished.
He wiped his mouth and swallowed the food in his mouth.
"How's it going?"
"One got away."
"Hmm? You let one of the enemies escape? Fool." The mage cursed, but did not seem very angry.
He stood up and ripped something apart.
