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Infact, if was only on one edge of the last sheet. It was - blood.

However, none of the hundreds of people were Yang Xiao's match. If you touched it, you would die! If he touched it, he would be injured! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! Puah! A warrior's knife turned into an illusion in Yang Xiao's hand, like a cabbage being cut into pieces. The scene was too bloody to be described in words. Swoosh— One of them was cut in half by Yang Xiao. Swoosh— Another one fell, and the man and the man were divided into two halves.

He turned to see Max who clearly had some pained expressions. "Enzo"! Stephen signaled Max and he stormed out pulling Max along him. Zee and Saint looked at each other and turned to their food. "Wh… What happened to Max". Callum stuttered. "Nothing. He can't bear the sight of blood. Here the blood is stopped. Go wash it before the lunch gets cold. Saint, call Max and Enzo". Callum nodded and left for the ensuite washroom to wash his thumb.

His eyes, once fierce and alive, were now clouded by the heavy, black mist of Sarah's absolute will. He was a weapon primed to strike, a captive soul forced to stand as the vanguard against the only woman he had ever truly loved. ​Without a word of warning, Dave lunged. ​The blade in his hand was forged of pure shadow, drinking the light from the air around it as he crossed the distance in a single, terrifying leap.

My mouth gaped when I saw his blood-drenched hands that were grasping the wound on his abdomen. His chest rose and fell and he was panting uncontrollably from the pain. I froze to where I was standing in utter shock, as I studied the scene in front of me. There was a knife placed beside him, some scattered utensils on the ground and the countertop, and an opened microwave with a bowl of pasta inside. There was a trail of blood across the island counter, and there was a track of dirt along with it.

Sending us running for our life. She handed me her knife and I slit my palm open for blood. I placed it in the container we kept Ansel's blood to prevent the fire from burning me. She poured it all over the knife again and the fire grew even higher. “Is there a reason it's doing that?” I asked her. “Yeah, each element has its one distinguishing power. So combined with fire makes it more powerful.” Grey dropped his blood as well and still the fire rose. She removes the knife from the fire and it doesn't look rotten or even melted, in fact it looks beautiful. A silver color, who would know that this knife is being used to kill someone.

“I’m sure you've killed people before.” Philip could sense the guy’s bloodlust. “Whether I tell you or not, I’m dead for sure, right?” The man laughed wildly as if he was sure that Philip would never let him go. “It’s better if you don't get involved in this matter. You can’t afford to mess with the people behind this!” Grisha took out a knife and slashed his wrist. A strange scene followed. The blood flowing from his injured wrist was actually blue! He jerked his injured hand, and his blood splattered. A blue mist quickly filled the area.