Free Web NovelChapter 446: Chapter 359: Single-Handed Suppression [2]
He remained where he was.
Kaius, who had already given up all hope on the matter, felt the suppressed killing intent in his eyes surge like a monstrous tide after hearing what Jerald said. His icy gaze seemed capable of freezing the very air around him.
"Where is that son of a bitch now?"
Kaius’s voice was low and frigid, as if it had risen from the Nine Netherworld Hell, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
Jerald didn’t answer immediately. His pupils trembled slightly as if he were deep in thought.
A moment later, he finally spoke slowly.
"That person is extremely far away. With my current Ability, I can only track targets within a hundred kilometers.
"To track him over a greater distance, I’d have to use my own lifeblood. But doing so would leave me severely wounded. To recover, I would need to drain the blood of at least two hundred thousand people. On top of that, I’d be left in an extremely weakened state during that time..."
Kaius said nothing, only turning his head to give Jerald a long, hard look.
Then, he raised his hand and gently grasped at the empty air.
In an instant, strange ripples spread through the void, as if an invisible hand was stirring space itself.
Immediately after, a fist-sized, blood-colored fruit appeared in his hand.
The fruit was utterly bizarre. Its surface was covered with countless human faces of varying sizes. Their expressions were all different—some smiled, some were contorted in agony, some were streaked with tears, and others were unnervingly calm.
The sight of the densely packed faces was enough to make one’s skin crawl.
"A Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit?"
Standing to the side, Jerald’s pupils contracted violently the moment he saw the fruit, his eyes filled with shock.
It was no wonder he was so astonished. The Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit was a top-tier Spiritual Fruit.
After all, a Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit required the corpses of at least ten thousand people as nourishment to grow.
It also needed the blood of a Tier Five Wild Beast before it could blossom and bear fruit.
And a Tier Five Wild Beast was a terrifying existence comparable to a Human War God, powerful enough to strike fear into the hearts of countless people.
This just went to show how exceedingly rare and precious the Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit was.
Even for a Human War God, this fruit was an incredibly rare treasure.
"That’s right. Are there any problems now?"
Kaius’s flat voice betrayed no emotion.
"Of course not!"
Jerald gave a sly laugh, a flicker of greed and excitement in his eyes.
He reached out, took the Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit, and stuffed it into his mouth without a moment’s hesitation.
At the same time, Jerald’s body jolted. Countless tiny cuts instantly opened all over his skin, and streams of fresh blood, like living serpents, swiftly flowed into the mirror-like surface before him.
As his blood continued to drain away, his face turned as pale as a sheet.
It was as if all his Life Force had been siphoned away, and his entire body began to sway unsteadily.
His skin shriveled rapidly, like that of a desiccated mummy.
This was all his lifeblood.
Losing too much of it would cause irreparable damage to his body.
However, Jerald wasn’t worried at all.
SQUELCH!
Jerald bit down hard, crushing the top-tier Spiritual Fruit. He swallowed the pulp and juice, mixed with his own blood.
In that instant, an astonishing surge of Vitality erupted within him like a volcano.
The potent energy coursed through his meridians, nourishing his withered body.
His complexion visibly returned to a healthy, ruddy color.
In the blink of an eye, his shriveled body was restored to its original state.
His aura even seemed to have grown a little stronger than before.
"The Hundred-Faced Vermilion Fruit is truly as terrifyingly potent as they say!"
Jerald exclaimed, his eyes full of awe and satisfaction.
But then he noticed Kaius’s icy gaze.
"Your Highness, if you would, please give me a drop of your blood. I need it as a medium to track that person!"
Jerald said.
Kaius said nothing, simply slitting his palm open and letting a single drop of blood, which glowed with a strange light, float out slowly.
This drop was completely different from ordinary Crimson blood. It was a pale blue, as if it contained an entire ocean within it.
Seeing this, Jerald was inwardly stunned.
’This is blood transformation.’
’It means Kaius has already begun his metamorphosis toward the Realm of a Tier Five Human War God.’
’Once his blood completes its transformation, he will step into the rank of a Human War God.’
’I knew His Highness was exceptionally talented, but I never imagined he’d already reached such an astonishing stage. He’s an absolute monster.’
Jerald quickly reined in his thoughts, not daring to delay another second.
He raised his hand and flicked the Blood Bead onto the writhing, blood-colored mass of light before him.
The next second, the mass of light distorted violently, as if being kneaded and shaped by an invisible pair of hands.
A moment later, the light coalesced into a small, palm-sized figure with a blurry face.
After appearing, the small figure behaved just like a living creature.
It floated gently in the air.
Its lifelike appearance made it seem as if it could start speaking at any moment.
"Follow this thing. It will help us find him!"
Jerald explained.
"But we have to be quick. This thing will only last for three days at most.
"Your Highness, why don’t you leave this to me? I guarantee I’ll break that bastard’s limbs and bring him back to you!"
As he spoke, a bloodthirsty red glint flashed in his pupils.
Kaius shook his head and said in a glacial tone,
