"Sir..." The Dragonblood Orc's face flashed with panic.
The urge from deep within his bloodline made the Dragonblood Orc's desire for that drop of blood stronger than anything else. It was as if a voice was whispering in his ear, driving him to do whatever it took to claim it...
As the corpse drew nearer, even under the Plane Path's protection, Leon Merlin could clearly sense a terrifying power enveloping them.
"Damn it..." Leon cursed furiously.
At this moment, Leon Merlin finally saw it clearly.
No matter how unwilling he was, the Dragonblood Orc had no choice but to cling tightly to the Vinebind, letting it pull him slowly back toward the Plane Path. All he could do was watch helplessly as that drop of blood drifted farther and farther away...
Next, there was a soft snap as the vine wrapped tightly around the Dragonblood Orc. In an instant, Leon felt the vine sink under the weight—the Dragonblood Orc was now dangling from it, struggling desperately and shrieking in panic, "Help... help..."
"Whew..." Seeing the vine secure the Dragonblood Orc, Leon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He began pulling the orc back with the vine while grumbling, "What the hell is wrong with you..."
"Wait, sir, let me go through..." To Leon's surprise, as the vine pulled the Dragonblood Orc back, the orc started struggling even harder...
"Quiet." By now, Leon Merlin had stopped guiding the Vinebind and simply anchored it in place, focusing all his attention on controlling the Plane Path.
You have to understand—what Leon Merlin was controlling now wasn't just a spell, or even a magic item. It was an entire Plane Path. The mental strain was staggering. The dozens of meters of Plane Path were steered solely by Leon Merlin using the Crystal Balance, navigating through this dense graveyard...
What the hell is this situation...
Fortunately, it was Leon Merlin at the helm. His magical array suit was pushed to its limits, and in his eyes, the densely packed graveyard revealed several possible routes. Of course, each path was winding and perilous; a single misstep could send them crashing into a corpse. Colliding with another race might be manageable, but hitting a Five-Colored Dragon or even a Primordial Deity's corpse would be as good as suicide...
With that realization, Leon Merlin finally understood why the Dragonblood Orc had gone mad...
All his concentration was devoted to steering the Plane Path. For now, he had no energy to answer the Dragonblood Orc, so after a hasty rebuke, he focused entirely on navigation. At this moment, the Plane Path could be seen winding through the endless graveyard...
"Leon Merlin, this is too dangerous..." Sylas West frowned slightly.
But...
"Dragonblood Orc, hold tight to the Vinebind!" Leon Merlin called out from afar. The orc's situation was dangerously unstable—the seemingly calm void was riddled with lethal radiation and bizarre magic. Without the Plane Path's protection, not just the Dragonblood Orc, but even Leon and Sylas could die in an instant.
After saying this, Leon Merlin began retracting the Vinebind.
It was as if that corpse held an irresistible attraction for him...
Could it be... Leon's heart skipped a beat at the thought.
For the moment, he ignored everyone else and directly steered the Plane Path toward the Golden Three-Headed Dragon's corpse...
As the corpse drew nearer, even under the Plane Path's protection, Leon could clearly sense a terrifying power enveloping the area.
"Just as I thought!"
At this moment, Leon finally saw it clearly.
There was a spot of vivid crimson clinging to the Golden Three-Headed Dragon's corpse...
Amidst all that dazzling gold, the crimson drop stood out starkly.
It was a drop of blood...
That single drop of blood lay on the dragon's chest. Leon had always thought the Golden Three-Headed Dragon's body was unscathed, but now, as he saw the blood, he finally noticed a fist-sized hollow in its chest. The blood had seeped out from that gaping wound...
"So that's it..." Leon finally understood—the thing drawing the Dragonblood Orc was that drop of Dragon's Blood from the Golden Three-Headed Dragon...
No wonder the usually cowardly Dragonblood Orc was fighting so desperately at this moment...
For a Dragonblood Orc whose power comes from his bloodline, the significance of a drop of Golden Three-Headed Dragon's blood is beyond measure. In legend, the Golden Three-Headed Dragon rivaled ancient gods and demons—its bloodline was the pinnacle of Northend World. Even a single drop left behind must contain unimaginable power and secrets.
Maybe Hubert didn't understand all the intricacies, or even know what that drop of blood really was, but the instincts buried deep in his bloodline made him crave it with every fiber of his being...
With that realization, Leon finally understood why Hubert had gone mad...
Looks like I'll have to help him get that drop of Golden Three-Headed Dragon's blood.
Leon was also curious—Hubert already possessed extraordinary talent, but what heights would he reach after obtaining that drop of blood?
Of course, it couldn't be done in such a reckless way.
"Hubert, hold tight to the vine!" Leon shouted from afar. Hubert's situation was dangerously unstable—the seemingly calm void was riddled with lethal radiation and bizarre magic. Without the Plane Path's protection, not just Hubert, but even Leon and Sylas could die in an instant.
After saying this, Leon began retracting the vine.
The vine, originally dozens of meters long, quickly shrank to less than thirty meters under Leon's magical control, pulling Hubert away from the Golden Three-Headed Dragon's corpse...
"Sir..." Hubert's face showed a hint of panic.
The urge from deep within his bloodline made Hubert's desire for that drop of blood stronger than anything else. It was as if a voice was whispering in his ear, driving him to do whatever it took to claim that drop...
But at the same time, Leon's command was just as irresistible.
After all, there was a Soul Contract between them—a binding force from the depths of the soul, even stronger than the urge in his bloodline...
In the end, the soul's command won over the bloodline's impulse.
No matter how unwilling he was, Hubert had no choice but to cling tightly to the vine, letting it pull him slowly back toward the Plane Path. All he could do was watch helplessly as that drop of blood drifted farther and farther away...
At that moment, Hubert thought he'd missed his chance at the blood forever...
But after a while, Hubert suddenly realized the vine pulling him back had stopped. He was still about twenty meters from the Plane Path, dangling like a kite in the void...
"Sir, sir, what's going on?" Hubert panicked, instinctively thinking this was some kind of punishment.
"Quiet." By now, Leon had stopped guiding the Vine Spell and simply anchored the vine in place, focusing all his attention on controlling the Plane Path.
You had to understand—what Leon was controlling now wasn't just a spell, or even a magic item. It was an entire Plane Path. The mental strain was staggering. The dozens of meters of Plane Path were steered solely by Leon using the Crystal Balance, navigating through this dense graveyard...
The difficulty was beyond imagination for most people.
Fortunately, it was Leon at the helm. His magical array suit was pushed to its limits, and in his eyes, the densely packed graveyard revealed several possible routes. Of course, each path was winding and perilous; a single misstep could send them crashing into a corpse. Colliding with another race might be manageable, but hitting a Five-Colored Dragon or even a Primordial Deity's corpse would be as good as suicide...
Even Leon didn't dare let his guard down for a second.
All his concentration was devoted to steering the Plane Path. For now, he had no energy to answer Hubert, so after a hasty rebuke, he focused entirely on navigation. At this moment, the Plane Path could be seen winding through the endless graveyard...
"Leon, this is too dangerous..." Sylas West frowned slightly.
From the start, Sylas West had decided to follow whatever this young Archmage chose to do, hoping to make up for Fran's earlier mistake.
But now, Sylas suddenly realized the young Archmage was steering the Plane Path straight into the endless graveyard...
The realization startled Sylas.
This was far too dangerous!
So, almost instinctively, Sylas West blurted out a question...
But as soon as he finished, Sylas realized he'd misspoken again...
The man standing before him was no ordinary Archmage.
His power and position had long surpassed the rank of Archmage—even Sylas and Fran were beneath him now. Especially here on the Plane Path, with control in his hands, he could decide their fates with a single word...
Yet Sylas had treated him like any other Archmage, even bluntly pointing out his supposed mistake.
That was far too reckless...
"Leon, I mean—going so deep, isn't it a bit risky?" Sylas quickly adjusted his attitude, softening his tone and lowering his voice.
"It's fine..."
"How could it be..." Sylas almost said, "How could it be fine?" but swallowed the words before they escaped...
He'd already misspoken once before.
If he made another mistake, Sylas truly had no idea how the young Archmage would react.