However, at the center of this raging storm of power, Cain stood like an indomitable mountain, unwavering and steady.
His posture remained upright as if this mighty Power of Blood was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him, unable to exert any effect.
His lips curled into a disdainful cold smile, mocking the weakness and insignificance of this power.
Then, Cain slowly raised his left hand, his movement graceful and composed.
He gently clenched towards the front, as if controlling the fate of everything before him.
The surging Power of Blood seemed to be mysteriously summoned, slowly gathering towards his left hand.
They surrounded his left hand in an orderly manner, rotating and spiraling, gradually forming a massive vortex.
As the Power of Blood continued to gather, a shadow of a blood-colored gem gradually appeared in his palm.
This shadow shimmered with a mysterious and enchanting light, appearing to contain endless Life Power, irresistibly attractive.
