Chapter 1521 Just a Regular Guy?

• He stepped up to the four immortals and planted his feet.
• Right beside him lay the blood that had splashed out when the vampire clan’s patriarch blew apart. Because it came from a vampire, the stench was overpowering, sour and metallic, ramming straight up his nose and jabbing at his nerves.
• Not far ahead, the blood clan’s ancestor had been burned into something like charcoal. Up close, it was even clearer—amid the blackened crust, faint bits of white poked through. Bone, maybe.