In the distance, Rosemary soared into the sky, laughing. "Goodbye, you unfortunate fool from Holtrien! That spirit wasn't born from the altar in front of you at all. Its purpose is to guard and suppress what's sealed inside the altar for all eternity! Now that you're trying to destroy it, you're threatening its very mission. The resentment and obsession written into its soul won't allow you to do that, so you're as good as dead!"Her gleeful laughter faded into the distance.Sure enough, the spirit flew into a complete rage. Abandoning Rosemary entirely, it roared and charged back toward Andrew. Massive clouds of white mist shot from its body. They surged ahead of it and instantly sealed off Andrew from all directions.Andrew drew his sword with a cold expression and immediately broke away from the altar's vicinity, rushing toward the outer perimeter. However, when his blade struck one of the mist pillars, the sensation felt like cutting into soft cotton, followed by a terrifying su

Andrew was stunned as he realized it was the power of his bloodline. Donovan had told him that when the Blood-Eyed Black Dragon mark was fully activated, it would reveal a massive family secret. Andrew finally understood what that enormous secret was: the ability to transcend time and space to summon ancestral power.To some degree, the totem on his chest functioned like a formation array. When activated, it could summon the power of his ancestors to enhance his own abilities. This power manifestation had a time limit, and after using it, he would be severely weakened.Nevertheless, none of that mattered compared to the magnitude of this power, which was specifically designed to counter Western Dark Clans. To be precise, the Lloyd family's ancestral power could completely suppress the Dark Trinity: vampires, werewolves, and the sirens. As for why this was the case, Andrew could not yet find the answer within the inherited memories of the ancestral power. Even so, this tremendous

Marshall had requested reinforcements from his family. Subsequently, Cyril Ludendorff, a Duke from the Ludendorff family, personally led a team to rendezvous with Marshall, and their intentions aligned perfectly. Marshall was hunting Andrew, while Cyril, a martial god-level powerhouse, was after Rosemary, who had fled into Wraith Graveyard.Marshall chuckled. "I'm Marshall, from the Ludendorff family. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Rosemary Clooney."Facing Rosemary's dark and stiff expression, Marshall gave a slight bow. The teasing look on his face was like a cat toying with a trapped mouse.Cyril was a gaunt-faced, expressionless middle-aged man. He was known for swift, decisive action. "Marshall, don't waste words. Restrain her first. Saint John's inherited power will belong to our esteemed family!"Marshall smiled. "As you wish."A chill flashed through his eyes as he moved to seize Rosemary. Suddenly, she raised her hand and smiled faintly."Mr. Cyril, your reputation precede

This area bordered the diseased forest, surrounded by rows of walls that had not yet collapsed. It was like a maze, and an ordinary person would need a great deal of effort to find their way in.Rosemary lay sprawled across a boulder, gasping for breath. Her white robe was burned in multiple places. The sacred flames she had unleashed earlier had not only harmed her enemies but caught her as well. Still, none of that mattered now.Looking at the stone orb in her hand, Rosemary's face broke into a smile once more. "The Ludendorff family is nothing special. Although Cyril stole part of the Saint's power, what remains is enough for me to advance."She began dripping blood onto the stone orb again, preparing to absorb its power once more. Just then, she heard a faint sound behind her.Rosemary whirled around and growled, "Who's there? Show yourself!"Andrew walked out with a smile on his face. "Hello, Angel"Rosemary looked stunned, then her expression darkened. "You're still alive?"

Climbing to higher ground, Andrew discovered that the Cerulean Tide had begun surging again. That meant he could not leave this godforsaken place for the time being. Even so, he had to continue deeper into the heart of Wraith Graveyard. He needed to find out what was happening with Reginald as soon as possible. Rosemary's eyes kept darting around, wishing she could tear Andrew limb from limb. She tried to stand up but found she could not muster even an ounce of strength. It seemed that Andrew had subdued her using methods that were, she had to admit, quite effective.She racked her brain, searching for any way to break free.From above, Andrew watched her uneasily shifting figure with a cold smile and did not interfere.Rosemary suddenly shouted, "I want to make a deal with you! Dragging this out won't benefit either of us. Since you've already taken what was mine, I'll accept it. Right now, I need to leave Wraith Graveyard and return to Lomuia. Name your terms. What will it tak