In the Blood Realm, the Ancestral Blood Master was sitting on a rock in the back of the spiritual mountain where the Callahans were.

Blood red light surrounded his body. The light was formed by the mysterious Blood Language. It looked extremely strange.

Swoosh!

At that moment, a ray of black light landed, forming a man in a black robe.

The man was Xanthus.

“Xrival.”

When Xanthus appeared, he greeted his brother respectfully.

“What is it?” The Ancestral Blood Master asked.

Xanthus answere