"Master, what should we do now?" At the edge of the Death Crystal Field, Warren Wong asked the strange man standing by the canyon.
This canyon was the very place where Evan Yang once encountered three soul-gathering spirits. Now, it had become Bloodblade's main base.
Bloodblade slowly turned around, revealing the appearance of a middle-aged man. A year had passed since he was forced to awaken early, and while his body wasn't fully healed then, he had now recovered nearly ninety percent of his strength—though not yet at his peak.
"Give me a few more months. Once I'm back to full power, I'll return to my lair. With my original body, we'll be able to deal with that Blue Clan brat together," Bloodblade replied.
"It's all Evan Yang's fault. If not for him, you wouldn't have been delayed this long, Master." Warren Wong still couldn't let go of his hatred for Evan Yang.
"Him? It's been over a year—who knows if he's still alive?" Bloodblade had personally sent Evan Yang into a spatial crack, but at the last moment, Evan vanished, a detail Bloodblade couldn't forget.
"We have our spies across the continent. Over the past year, Evan hasn't shown up anywhere. As for the Death Crystal Field, we've already taken over everything except that one area," Warren Wong reported.
"Stay away from there for now. Wait until I'm back to my peak—my original body is still tangled up with him right now," Bloodblade said, turning his back to Warren Wong.
"What if Connor Hawke shows up again?" Over the past year, Warren Wong feared no one more than Connor Hawke. Every time he appeared, they lost countless insects and had to rely on Bloodblade to intervene.
"Does he even dare? I've fought him at least ten times this year. Every time I recover a bit, he feels the pressure. If he shows up in front of me again, I'll destroy him for sure," Bloodblade snorted coldly.
Over the past year, Bloodblade’s strength had gradually recovered, but the Salvation Alliance, unaware of the truth, believed his power was increasing at an astonishing pace.
It was all thanks to Evan Yang. If not for Evan suddenly forcing Bloodblade to emerge so powerfully, he would have dominated the continent’s experts. Even now, at ninety percent strength, he could rival the Blue Clan’s top ancestor—a terrifying existence.
Warren Wong had witnessed Bloodblade’s might firsthand. The continent’s second strongest was chased and beaten by him, while the number one was held off by Bloodblade’s Golden Silkworm Shedding avatar.
Bloodblade could easily sweep across the continent now, but he stayed here to fully recover. There were too many unknowns out there, and more power meant more certainty. His ultimate goal was to reunite with his original Golden Silkworm Shedding body and then rule the entire continent.
"Should we keep attacking?" Warren Wong asked after a moment’s thought.
"Slow down. Even with all those forces united, they’re not something we can devour in one go. We might run into some tough opponents," Bloodblade replied.
"Understood. I’ll go make arrangements," Warren Wong nodded and withdrew.
Bloodblade remained in the canyon, lost in thought, muttering words no one could understand. "Thirty thousand years... It took me thirty thousand years to recover my body. If not for that immortal pill, I’d have died from my injuries or old age by now."
Bloodblade’s mind drifted back to memories of the past.
He snorted coldly as he reminisced. "Blue Clan brat, you really think you’re strong? The outside world is the real stage—you’re nothing but a small fry."