Begging for mercy and screams of agony resounded at the bottom of the sea. The vampire dark apparitions were submerged by the black flames.
Xagebo was flabbergasted when he saw this scene. He couldn't remain calm.
He suddenly felt fortunate.
Fortunately, he didn't act tough in front of the Blood Son and admitted defeat immediately. If not, he would have suffered the same torture.
The burning and scorching of the divine flame was painful to look at. It didn't want to bear with it anyway.
A wise man submits to circumstances.
He understood this logic a long time ago.
Unfortunately, those fellows' bloodlines were noble and they were too conceited and arrogant. They wouldn't beg for mercy unless they were about to die.
He looked at the dark apparitions engulfed in black flames and felt delighted.
This is what you get for being arrogant. Let's see how you die now that the Blood Son is here.
"Ah… Blood Son, spare me!"
