svetikya Chapter 642: Blood Clan Civil War
Chapter 642: Blood Clan Civil War
At this moment, it wasn’t just Colding who saw it; Kulad saw it too, his eyes filled with shock as he stared at the blood flowing toward the statue.
"What in the world is happening? Does Cain’s Left Hand require our blood?" Kulad muttered, his gaze clouded with confusion and incomprehension.
At that moment, the blood in the stone hand’s palm began to boil. The once still hand grew agitated, as if it was resisting something or trying to break free. Standing by, Colding and the others watched quietly. As time slowly passed, the blood continued to bubble like boiling water, and the hand submerged within it shook even more violently. Everyone looked on, completely clueless about what was happening.
However, as they watched, the hand suddenly began to change. It lost its sheen and turned a dark, menacing red. The dark red hand then freed itself from the stone palm and floated quietly in midair. A dark and powerful blood-red aura erupted from it, enveloping everyone present.
Instantly, both Kulad and Colding felt an immeasurably terrifying power emanating from the hand. In its presence, they felt an overwhelming impulse to prostrate themselves in reverence, as if this hand were their king.
Not only that, but the blood within their own bodies began to boil, especially their Primeval Blood. It seemed to rejoice, as if it were worshipping the hand in the air. At this moment, even Kulad and Colding struggled to control the searing tumult within them. Left with no other choice, all the members of the Blood Clan knelt down, bowing before the dark red hand.
As soon as they knelt, the boiling in their blood subsided, as if they had done what was required of them. The crushing pressure on them vanished, and everything grew calm. The dark red hand floated serenely in midair, a faint, blood-red glow blossoming around it.
The next moment, everyone rose to their feet, their eyes fixed on the floating hand.
Then, almost simultaneously, Kulad and Colding shot into the air, reaching for it. In that instant, their hands made contact. This time, no power repelled them; they truly grasped Cain’s Left Hand. Looks of astonishment crossed their faces, followed by expressions of pure delight!
In fact, this dark red hand was the true Cain’s Left Hand, its real form now revealed. The hand that had glowed faintly before was Cain’s Left Hand under a Seal. That was precisely why the Blood Clan members had been repelled by a powerful force—the very force of the Seal itself. The skirmish between the Secret Alliance and the Demon Banquet Alliance had resulted in casualties, and their spilled blood had flowed into the stone palm. Cain’s Left Hand used the blood of the Blood Clan to break the Seal upon it. Without their blood, the Seal would never have been broken.
So, with the Seal undone, this was the true Left Hand of Cain. That was why Kulad and Colding were not repelled when they grasped it.
Surprise flickered in their crimson eyes. Neither had expected that they would actually succeed in seizing Cain’s Left Hand. This meant they could take it with them. At this thought, their hearts filled with excitement, yet the battle was far from over.
Colding threw a punch, aiming viciously for Kulad’s chest, as if he intended to blast him apart with a single blow. At that moment, Kulad saw no other option but to fight back. He launched a punch of his own, and their fists collided violently once more, unleashing a terrifying wave of force.
However, neither of them loosened their grip on Cain’s Left Hand. It was far too important for them to even consider letting go. Thus, each held on with one hand while fighting with the other, battling with complete desperation.
Meanwhile, the five Blood Clan members of the Secret Alliance and the members from the Demon Banquet Alliance were also locked in combat. The Demon Banquet Alliance, however, had two Lords who weren’t part of that brawl. Instead, they flew up to aid Colding. After all, Cain’s Left Hand was their primary objective—the most important prize.
With the arrival of the two Demon Banquet Alliance Lords, Kulad’s expression turned grim. Facing Colding alone already demanded his full effort. The addition of two more Lords surpassed his capacity to endure.
"Damn it! Even if you get Cain’s Left Hand, you’re not getting away with it!"
In this situation, Kulad could only let go reluctantly, conceding the artifact to Colding.
If I don’t release my grip, I’ll likely be killed, or at the very least, severely wounded. That’s not a price I’m willing to pay. If I die, no one will be left to stop Colding, and this whole struggle will be lost. If we lose this fight, it will have dire ramifications for the Holy War! Once Colding takes Cain’s Left Hand, the Secret Alliance might be completely annihilated. Then, our alliance will be finished, and the entire Blood Clan will fall under the rule of the Demon Banquet Alliance. That was a future Kulad could not accept. With this realization, he released his grip.
Instantly, Colding had Cain’s Left Hand all to himself. His exhilaration was beyond description; for the Blood Clan, Cain’s Left Hand was the most sacred of all relics.
While Colding was carefully examining his prize, Kulad entered a berserk state. If not for the intervention of those two Lords, Cain’s Left Hand might still be up for grabs! Enraged, Kulad became determined to eliminate them. Under his overwhelming assault, the two Lords couldn’t hold on for long, given the vast gap in their power.
"Elder Colding, save us!" one of the Lords from an independent Clan shouted.
Hearing the cry, Colding, who was still admiring Cain’s Left Hand, paused, a hint of awkwardness appearing in his crimson gaze. He had been so preoccupied with the legendary artifact that he had completely forgotten about the two Lords. After all, Cain’s Left Hand had only ever existed in legends. Now that he truly held it in his hand, even Colding was a little too overcome with excitement.