Chapter 130: The Abyss of Bloodline Inheritance

On the surface, it appeared that Li Ren was suppressing the paladins, but in reality, he was struggling with a frustration he could not voice. He found himself at a complete loss as to how to break through these turtle-like defenders. Considering the potential reinforcements Zulong and Tianxie might have in store, Li Ren decided it was time to make his exit.

Just then, Lania, who had been tasked with sabotaging the Raging Lion base, arrived near the battlefield with her legion of vampires. A thick, pungent scent of blood emanated from the vampire ranks, forcing the paladins to frown and turn their gaze toward the approaching horde. Observing that Li Ren’s attacks were being continuously neutralized, Lania immediately identified the source of the paladins' resilience. Where Li Ren had no solution, Lania certainly did.

Noticing the peculiar aura surrounding the captain of the knights, a cold sneer touched her lips, and the vampire legion behind her began to undergo a chilling transformation. The vampires standing behind her began to melt from their feet up, dissolving into pools of dark red blood. A single pool might have seemed unremarkable, but as the vast number of vampires transformed, the sight became truly terrifying: a sea of dark crimson.

Under Lania’s command, this seemingly floating ocean surged forward like a tsunami, crashing down upon the paladins with overwhelming force. In an instant, the sky turned a deep, bruised red. Watching from a distance, the players—some of whom had weaker stomachs—began to retch at the gruesome spectacle. A few who were faint of blood even fainted on the spot, unable to reconcile the reality of the game with the visceral horror before them.

The sea of blood swallowed the area where Li Ren and the paladins stood, coalescing into a massive, pulsating sphere of gore. Lania glanced at the distant players, a bewitching yet icy smile gracing her face, before she dissolved into a shadow and vanished into the sphere. Mao Mao, who had been unleashing a barrage of dragon breath, ceased its attack, its dragon eyes scanning the nearby players with a newfound sense of caution—whether due to Li Ren’s final command or some other reason, it remained vigilant.

Inside the blood sphere, Li Ren did not resist as the waves engulfed him. This energy, saturated with blood, sin, and darkness, was nothing he couldn't handle. As the waves approached, they naturally parted, not daring to encroach even a millimeter into his space.

The paladins, trapped within the same sphere, suffered a far more harrowing fate. The blood did not care for their station; the tsunami-like force slammed into them with relentless fury. To the light, this dark energy was like a bucket of ice water poured onto a raging fire, and the violent reaction left both sides in agony. The paladins desperately channeled their inner holy light to purge the evil sea, while the sea utilized its infinite darkness and corruption to erode the paladins in return. The blood churned, and plumes of white smoke hissed from the points of contact. If it were merely a matter of attrition, the paladins might have eventually triumphed, but Lania was far from foolish. She would never sacrifice her legion so recklessly.

With a soft command, "Bloodline Abyss!" Lania unleashed the true power of the blood sea. The massive, static sphere began to rotate. Though the rotation was slow, the sheer volume of the sphere meant the force at its center was devastating—and it was accelerating. As the speed increased, the pressure on the paladins grew exponentially. A bizarre distortion appeared at the core of the sphere, slowly manifesting into a pitch-black vortex. Through this vortex, a pure, filthy, and corrupting energy—far more potent than the blood itself—poured into the sphere, surging toward the holy light of the paladins, which now flickered like fireflies in the deep night.

Unable to withstand this amplified dark energy, the paladins’ defenses began to crumble. The light surrounding the outer knights dimmed to a thin, flickering veil that threatened to vanish entirely. As the blood pressed against their very skin, panic began to fester in their hearts.

Seeing the situation deteriorate, the captain’s face flashed with fury. He thrust his greatsword into the ground and pulled an exquisite, small golden cup from his robes. It radiated a solemn, holy aura. The moment it appeared, the dim light surrounding the paladins surged back to life, growing strong enough to stand against the encroaching darkness.

The Wish of Light. This small cup was legendary—a physical manifestation of countless divine energies, possessing incredible holy power capable of dispelling any darkness. It was unimaginable that such a sacred relic would be in the hands of an otherwise ordinary paladin captain.

Li Ren watched coldly as the artifact was revealed. So, that was the source of their strength! He would not let this opportunity pass. In battle, he preferred a swift end over a dragged-out struggle. Li Ren lunged at the resisting knights. His Purple Gold Winged God pierced through a paladin with brutal force; the man was swallowed by the endless sea of blood before he could even scream, vanishing without a trace. Li Ren’s sword did not falter. These paladins, who had tangled with him for so long, were finally meeting the fate they were destined for.