Stronger with Crimson Modifier-Chapter 122: Omen [3]

"What are you doing?"

Hu Qi said coolly.

The Black Fog was indeed something special. It was like a layer of gauze had been thrown over his perception, which could normally cover several hundred meters, slightly reducing its range.

However, finding his opponent was still effortless for him.

The next moment.

A torrential wave of Qi Blood True Strength erupted from his body, and his figure seemed to be enveloped in arcs of red lightning.

The Black Fog that had enveloped him was instantly evaporated and dispersed.

SWOOSH!

A flash of saber light suddenly flared, spreading a suffocating aura of death.

Wolf Stream’s expression twisted in horror. Though his body was large, his reflexes were not slow, and he hurriedly threw his hands up to protect his front.

He dodged by a hair’s breadth, but even so, the saber light still grazed him.

SPLAT!

In an instant, the saber light flashed past, tearing open a wound. Blood sprayed into the air.

Wolf Stream cried out in pain and shot backward, snapping an active assembly line machine in half at its middle. The machine crashed to the ground with a thunderous RUMBLE.

But because of the Black Fog Realm, the sound was completely contained within and could not escape.

"You can actually hurt me? How is that possible?"

Wolf Stream looked down at the massive wound on his arms, which cut deep to the bone.

This was the first time since coming to this world that he had encountered "blood food" capable of harming him.

The wound writhed as new flesh tried to granulate and heal, but unfortunately, it was as if the wound had been seared by a blazing fire, and it gave off the faint smell of scorched flesh.

It was impossible for it to recover in a short amount of time.

Faced with this, Wolf Stream’s expression turned vicious. He opened his mouth, bit down, and tore off the cooked muscle tissue from the wound, swallowing it.

The next second, the bloody wound began to heal rapidly.

But even so, his expression remained incredibly grim.

The Secret Martial Artists he’d encountered before couldn’t even break his defense if he just stood there and let them try, let alone injure him.

Yet this man before him had inflicted such a severe injury with just a single, seemingly casual slash.

Ignoring Wolf Stream’s glare, Hu Qi ran a finger along the blade, wiping off a smear of blood and putting it in his mouth.

’Just as I thought. It has that same sweet taste as before, though the flavor is a little worse in comparison.’

’Perhaps it’s because of his strength. This Lower-Rank Black Blood Species isn’t as strong as the last one.’

’But the good thing is, he can still provide me with Modification Points.’

"Hm? You’re courting death!"

Seeing Hu Qi’s action and his gaze, fury once again consumed Wolf Stream. ’Since when? Since when does this lowly blood food dare to look at me with such eyes?! It even dares to taste my blood!’

SWOOSH! However, before he could make a move, a flash of black saber light, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, swept across his neck.

Instantly, his attempt to stand up froze, and a massive amount of Black Blood gushed from the wound.

Watching this, Hu Qi was about to step forward when a sudden impulse struck him.

He activated the Three-Eyed Primordial Snake Spirit Devouring Map.

He opened his mouth.

Then, a terrifying suction force emerged from his mouth.

Immediately after,

The Black Blood seemed to come alive.

It swirled up rapidly, forming a column of liquid that poured into Hu Qi’s stomach.

Where he stood, Wolf Stream’s headless body and severed head, like the stump of a burnt-out candle, turned directly to ashes in the cool night breeze blowing through the broken window.

Watching this scene,

His expression flickered. He instantly understood. This must be because his Three-Eyed Primordial Snake Bloodline had been enhanced, making his Spirit Devouring Talent more powerful when used.

’This is better. It saves me the trouble of having to lean over and suck on them like some kind of vampire.’

’Not that I mind, but it is a bit unseemly.’

With this in mind, he summoned his status panel and his gaze swept down to the final column: Modification Points.

[Modification Points: 26 (31%)]

’He only gave me this much? No wonder he was so weak.’

Hu Qi frowned slightly.

He had four Modification Points left before, which meant this one had only provided him with twenty-two.

It was nothing compared to the female Lower-Rank Black Blood Species in the black dress from before.

Evidently, this Black Blood Species was just too weak.

The fact that it died from a single slash was proof enough.

Shaking his head, he glanced around, then bent over and used a bottle to collect the small puddle of Black Blood from the floor.

He had intentionally left it behind for the Camphor Tea Duck, to see if it would trigger another change.

Because of Wolf Stream’s death, the Black Fog that had enveloped the area began to dissipate.

Seeing this, Hu Qi’s figure flickered and vanished.

...

The very instant Wolf Stream died, in a room over ten kilometers away...

The room’s owner had long since become "blood food," devoured completely, leaving behind only a few dark red bloodstains on the floor.

At that moment, in a corner of the room, Su Xing, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed, snapped them open. His crimson eyes were filled with astonishment and shock.

"Wolf Stream is dead!"

He and Wolf Stream were actually twins; he was the older brother, and Wolf Stream was the younger.

Not only that, but they shared a kind of mind-sensing link.

Through this link, they could vaguely sense each other’s location and what they were doing.

Just a moment ago, that mind-sensing link had abruptly vanished.

It felt as if he had lost something important out of thin air.

The lifespan of a Black Blood Species was long. A Lower-Rank Black Blood Species could live for four to five hundred years, twice as long as a member of a Martial Arts Family.

In all his centuries of life, he had never felt anything like this.

For this feeling to appear now could only mean one thing: his brother was dead.

A few fragmented images flashed through his mind’s eye before vanishing.

They were of a man with sallow skin and a cold, indifferent face.

"Foolish little brother. I told you not to run around, but you wouldn’t listen. Now you’ve gotten yourself killed. Did you expect me to avenge you?"

After a long silence, Su Xing muttered to himself.

Though he said this, a flicker of sorrow still crossed his eyes.

As Black Blood Species, they may have viewed ordinary people as "blood food."

But to put it bluntly, this was simply due to a fundamental difference in their genes. It was like the relationship between humans and livestock; both humans and the animals they raise are capable of emotion. The same was true for the Black Blood Species.

Although he was stronger than Wolf Stream, it was by a limited margin.

The man who had killed his brother had done so in two slashes.

If he went to seek revenge, the most likely outcome would be following in his brother’s footsteps.

Therefore, his only hope was to place his trust in the "Lord of the Feast" who was soon to arrive.

...

In a secret room on the top floor of the Zhu Xi building in Anshan City, a slender figure sat cross-legged.

A red long saber was placed to one side. With red eyes, golden hair, and an indifferent aura, it was Helinta.

At this moment, she held a Vermilion Fruit that looked like a red agate. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted from it, tempting enough to make one’s mouth water.

Looking down at the Vermilion Fruit, a rare look of conflict appeared in the depths of Helinta’s wine-red eyes.

She was well aware of the potential risks involved in making a deal with the Black Blood Species.

But faced with her own stagnating cultivation, she was growing more and more impatient.