Half an hour later.

The battle was in full swing on the alchemy materials street on the mountainside.

A huge cross appeared in the sky, covering half a block.

Strands of silk hung down, tightly trapping the fat pig-like Viscount Primo. The slender threads embedded into his flesh, and drops of blood flowed down the threads, causing the guy to howl incessantly.

At this moment, Suren's snow-white suit was splattered with scarlet blood, making him look exceptionally hideous.

He had already killed most of the lackeys around this fat pig, and only a few third-tier guards were still struggling to support him. The armor of those few was of very high quality, with almost no flaws, and it would take a lot of effort to kill them.

After all, it was in the city.

Suren didn't have the chance to kill all these people.

The news of Viscount Primo's attack spread quickly, but the fastest to arrive was the city guard.

At this time, a team riding lions, clad in silver armor, rushed over aggressively and sealed off the entire block in the blink of an eye.

This was the most elite legion in the hands of Lord Earl Osak...

But now, he was actually kneeling respectfully to the woman in front of him?

Everyone was guessing who this woman was.

Suren was slightly surprised at first, but immediately understood: "Is this the fourth-generation bloodline she mentioned?"

Before, Mr. Mirror hadn't released the aura of the Blood Clan, and Antonio only felt it looked familiar.

Now, feeling the pressure of that bloodline, he immediately understood why it looked so familiar.

Wasn't that the portrait of the ancestor's true face depicted in the family's collection?

Although he felt incredible, that bloodline pressure was definitely unmistakable.

He respectfully shouted, "Ancestor!"