Chapter 1039 Bloodline Ability— Life Steal (Part 3)

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Chapter 1039 Bloodline Ability— Life Steal (Part 3)

Boom! Boom! Boom! - - - - - -

The sound of explosions reverberated throughout the space isolation formation, and devastating shockwaves rocked the surroundings.

Tens of deep green vines moved toward Anderson like whips, tearing apart the space in the process.

But seeing the vines coming toward him, Anderson, who had turned into a mass of blood snorted coldly and dashed forward.

As he dashed forward, the green vines lashed at him, but instead of injuring him, the vines passed through his body without being able to do anything.

"Physical attacks are useless against him unless they are strong enough to kill him with a single blow," Alaric warned Sylvan when he saw what happened.

Hearing Alaric, Sylvan wasn't surprised as he also realised this fact.

As Anderson moved toward them, Alaric took a step forward as well.

Both Anderson and Alaric moved at lightning speed and clashed against each other.

Because most physical attacks were useless against Anderson, Alaric had to use his spiritual power to face the vampire.

Boom! Boom! Boom! - - - - -

Anderson and Alaric exchanged hundreds of blows in less than a second, shattering everything inside the space isolation formation.

Different kinds of blood skills and spiritual skills ravaged the area, giving a sense of extreme danger to even Ashley and Leopold who were Rank Five Core Evolvers.

Suddenly, Alaric missed one of his attacks, giving Anderson a perfect chance to counterattack.

Seeing the opportunity, with a swift motion of his hand, the vampire created tens of spears of condensed blood and sent them hurtling toward Alaric.

The spears were glowing with chilling blood energy, and even with the reinforcement of the space isolation formation, the sharp spears nearly tore apart the space fabric, leaving behind a trail of destruction.

"You bastard, I said... let me go!" Anderson roared in anger and his body exploded into a blood mist, breaking free from Alaric's grasp.

The blood mist covered a large area of the space formation, engulfing Alaric inside.

The moment Alaric was engulfed inside the blood mist, he felt his body weakening. At the same time, tens of hands made of blood attacked him from all sides.

Feeling his strength ebbing away, Alaric clicked his tongue in annoyance and defended against the blood hands.

'If it wasn't because he changed the plan at the last second and didn't want us to kill him, we would have finished him long ago...' Alaric thought inwardly, wondering why Evan had instructed them not to kill Anderson but just to restrain him so he could land an attack.

Earlier, after Ashley teleported Evan into the space isolation formation, he had sent a message to Sylvan and Alaric, telling them not to kill Anderson.

Without Evan's intervention, they would have already finished Anderson off as capturing a Rank Six Core Evolver alive is much harder than killing him.

"Sylvan, are you not done yet?" Alaric shouted from within the blood mist while dodging the attacks of blood hands coming from all sides.

Sylvan didn't reply upon hearing Alaric and instead extended his hand forward.

"Vine Prison!"

He said in a low voice and the next second, a giant magic circle that covered all the blood mist within the space isolation formation appeared on the ground.

As the magic circle appeared, the ground was blown open, and thousands of vines shot out, releasing a heavy green light over the blood mist.

"Arghh!" As the green light came into contact with the blood mist, Anderson's painful scream echoed and the blood mist immediately turned back into a mass of blood.

Under the power of the vines, Anderson, who had turned into a mass of blood continued to scream in pain and couldn't break free.

Sylvan and Alaric sighed in relief when they saw Anderson couldn't move and were about to speak to Evan when...

Bang!

A booming sound echoed throughout the space isolation formation as a black bullet with golden patterns, leaving behind a trail of destruction sped towards the mass of blood at the speed of lightning.