Chapter 1770

"That's the vampire, Sabat. He's a figure from a thousand years ago!" Yanna squinted at the man in the trench coat, her expression slightly nervous. Gerbind's expression darkened slightly. "His aura puts him around the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm. A thousand-year-old vampire wouldn't be this weak, right?"

Yanna nodded. "Over a thousand years ago, vampires were incredibly powerful. Due to their physiological traits, they needed fresh blood to survive. Some vampires decided to substitute it with animal blood while others continued to expand their vampire families, causing havoc among humans.

"This ultimately angered the descendants of the gods, who fought the vampire families for hundreds of years, eventually wiping them out. This included Sabat, who was the leader of one particular vampire family. He was extremely powerful but was still ultimately sealed away in the end.

"He's probably weak now because he was sealed for too long. He also likely expended a lot of energy breaking free, causing his cultivation to regress.

"Though he appears to be only at the fifth tier of the Legendary Realm, he's still a figure from over a thousand years ago, so we mustn't underestimate him.

"Vampires fear the power of light, but awakeners of light are very rare!"

Yanna bit her lip and looked at Minaba, saying, "The power of the Path might work against him."

Minaba glanced back at the disciples of the Ember Moon Clan with an embarrassed expression. "We don't have anyone at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm."

"We have Jaxon!" Eric suddenly spoke up. Instantly, everyone's gaze shifted to Jaxon, who was dressed in all-white robes.

at Jaxon and asked, "Master Jaxon, are you

at the late stage of Mystique

to contend with someone at the peak of the Mystique

though. It's a thousand-year-old monster!" Bertram said with

"The Light guides."

chant. Suddenly, his figure

fixed on Jaxon

this time, the Western

who

he was a

thousand years ago, they

suddenly filled with excitemenet

atrocities in the past, they already got their retribution. It was all

thinning and the many factions constantly in conflict, nobody cared about grudges from a thousand years ago. They only wished for the Western faction to win in this arena match. Still silent, Sabat waved his hand and

The blood blade struck the bell, emitting a deafening sound. The golden bell cracked, and Sabat

shattered completely, and Jaxon went soaring into the air, his dark

"Palm of Compassion," Jason

he raised his

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