The situation was grim for Lu Ling.
His true form had been exposed, and he had botched the task. Even if he returned to the Blood Race, death was inevitable.
"Fine, Brother Dong will join you in eliminating the Blood Race!"
The jester agreed readily, perhaps due to the other party's identity as a member of the Blood Race.
His body swayed as he stood up, and with a clench of his palm, a dozen silvery blades on the ground flew back to his hand.
"You're overestimating yourselves if you think you can kill someone from the Blood Race with just the two of you."
Lu Ling's expression darkened.
"This place is sealed by Brother Dong; you can't escape."
The jester didn't mince words in striking at Lu Ling.
Whiz!
At the same time, a silvery blade shot out, its runes flashing with a silvery light.
The jester was the first to make a move!
Zing!
Lu Ling, being small in stature, dodged swiftly, with a blood mist enveloping his body and the stench of blood filling the air.
