80 Fatal Weakness

Synthia looked carefully at Van.

"Tell me."

Van licked his lips and began to recount, "This is something I discovered 15 minutes ago…"

______________________________________________

[15 minutes ago]

A dark flame appeared in Van's mindscape. Jet floated close to the flickering flame in Van's mindscape.

[Not bad. The Tri-Divine Blood Flame increases life essence, renewing those on the verge of death and sustaining those infected by demonic energy. It can even resurrect a person within three seconds of dying.]

"What!?"

[But that's not all. Now that you have absorbed a Blood Flame… you have gained an ability called 'Blood Vision.' Look closer at the enemy.]

Van focused his eyes on the emaciated man and saw something strange. A pale red light was leaking from the emaciated man's chest.

"What's that?" Van asked Jet softly.

['Blood Vision' allows you to see the blood qi or life essence of a person. This will help you identify any critical weaknesses in a being that possesses life!]

"His blood qi is leaking from his heart…does that mean that's his weakness?"

[Indeed. He must have sustained a grievous wound there previously or he possesses a terminal disease of the heart.]

Van nodded. Altemuller wore robes that completely covered his chest. If not for his new ability 'Blood Vision,' Van would not have been able to tell that Altemuller had such a weakness!

However, it was now clear what the next plan of action would be. They needed to target Altemuller's heart to land a critical blow!

But…how?

Van clenched his fists.

[We have no way of getting close enough…]

At that moment, the emaciated, white-haired Altemuller screamed with rage as the veins in the ground shrivelled and died.

"How dare you interfere with my work!"

____

[The present moment]

Van finished recounting his discovery and turned to Synthia.

"We only have once chance."

Synthia's eyes were serious as she nodded, "I will not fail."

He quickly explained to her what she had to do.

______

Altemuller was growing frustrated. Between the two white horns on his forehead, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his teeth bared.

This damned dog simply kept persisting. It was like a cockroach – it simply refused to die!

Altemuller eyed it with distaste.

The vampiric wolf was riddled with wounds and limping. It was extremely tenacious and was able to regenerate its wounds whenever it absorbed blood. Although it was unable to seriously harm the white-haired man, it prevented Altemuller from being able to focus his attention on his two experimental puppets.

The worse thing was… the longer he fought, the more uncomfortable Altemuller's heart felt.

[Without the Tri-Divine Blood Flame…the wound is getting worse. I must finish this quickly!]

"Dark Crescendo!" Altemuller lifted his palms. A massive black crescent of power emitted from his hands and slashed at the wolf.

Blackie barked and dodged nimbly out of the way. He was still full of vitality. The wolf was aided by his good physicality as well as his new bloodline ability. This was in clear contrast to Altemuller, whose power and endurance fell considerable with the removal of the Tri-Divine Blood Flame from the dais.

Annoyed, Altemuller was only soothed by the sight of one of his puppets returning to his side.

"Synthia, darling," Altemuller cooed, "You have defeated your opponent?"

The girl nodded slowly. Due to demonic influence, her ability speak was non-existent. She pointed to something in the distance.

Altemuller turned to look. There was bloody corpse on the ground with a black axe next to it. Altemuller vaguely remembered that the boy who had stolen the Tri-Divine Blood Flame had wielded a black axe.

"Well done," Altemuller praised Synthia sincerely. All he had left to do was extract it from the boy!

GROWLLL!

A massive black wolf charged towards them.

Altemuller instinctively grabbed Synthia by the wrist and moved out of the vampiric wolf's attack. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting.

A sharp pain in his chest stopped him in his track.

"W-what…?"

Altemuller looked down and saw a sharp silver flute sticking out of his chest. Sticky red blood trickled down his robes.

"A-ah," Altemuller stuttered. He turned to his puppet and saw that her eyes were clear.

Synthia viciously injected an overwhelming torrent of spiritual power into her silver flute. She forced all the power she possessed as a 7th level Qi Distillation cultivator into his fatal weakness.

Altemuller dropped to his knees and screamed with the pain.

"You bitch!" he shouted, "How dare you betray m-"

Blackie's jaws closed around Altemuller's wrist. The emaciated man had been critically weakened by the injury to his chest.

Crunch!

The giant wolf's large white fangs sank deep into Altemuller's wrist and wrenched the hand off from the arm. Blood spurted out in great arcs of red.

Blackie slurped it down. The wounds on the wolf's body began to heal.

Blood was rapidly drained from Altemuller's body from the wound in his heart and his torn arm.

"NOO!" Altemuller shouted fearfully. He could not die here! He could not. He could not!

"HOW DARE YOU!"

Altemuller drew on his reserves of strength and ripped himself away from the giant wolf. A blast of dark energy flung Synthia away like a ragdoll.

Altemuller stood up with difficulty. He swayed on the spot.

Crunch.

Altemuller whirled around.

"Who's there!?" Altemuller shouted. He clutched at his heart with his good hand.

A boy with crimson red hair appeared in front of him.

"You!" Altemuller gritted out, "How are you not dead!?"

____

Van smiled frostily at the emaciated man in front of him. Altemuller was bedraggled and dripping blood all over the icy blue ground.

"Blackie, Synthia. Gather yourselves for a final attack!" Van shouted, "His life essence is already rapidly draining away from him. His weakness is his heart!"

The white-haired male was shocked, "How do you know about my heart!?"

Van, Synthia and Blackie rushed Altemuller at the same moment.

Altemuller was shaken. With his life force rapidly draining from him, his strength was crippled. At best, he was on par with a 7th level Qi Distillation cultivator. His puppet had betrayed him, and the boy was difficult to handle.

[I cannot die here!]

Altemuller decisively tried to flee.

Van saw Altemuller's intentions and immediately used Scattering Smoke Steps. Blackie managed to snag a tooth into Altemuller's ankle and pulled the heavily bleeding man back across the icy ground.

Under the heavily concentrated attacks from Van, Blackie and Synthia, Altemuller grew weaker and weaker.

The white-haired man laughed softly, blood running down his cheeks. When he turned his eyes to Van and the other's they were no longer filled with black.

The two white horns on his forehead slowly receded back into the skin on Altemuller's forehead. Suddenly, he appeared awfully human.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Altemuller gurgled, even as his heavy wounds caused him to cough up blood.

Blackie placed a heavy paw on Altemuller's back and pressed him into the icy ground. The injured man could not move at all.

"What are you laughing at?" Van demanded.

Altemuller stopped. He turned his icy blue eyes to Van, "Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know who is behind this? Someone made me into this, this thing. Someone very close to me… They are the one who deserves to die!"