Chapter 2637: Blood Sacrifice
The air in the arena had turned heavy with tension. Every heartbeat echoed like a drum as Julian turned to Klea.
"What kind of technique is he using?!!"
Klea’s face was pale, her lips pressed into a hard line. "He’s burning his life force!! Chumo is killing himself!"
The words struck like thunder.
Contrary to the myths that surrounded Magus realm cultivators, none of them were truly immortal. Their power granted long life, yes, but it was not infinite. A Magus’s vitality was tied to the amount of life force—a reservoir tied to their lifespan. Low-stage magus often lived more than a thousand years, while peak full-moon magus could stretch their lives to three thousand.
Chumo had only recently broken through to the Full Moon stage. By all accounts, he should’ve had a vast reserve of life force remaining. But now—Klea’s heart clenched—the white streak threading through his dark hair told a dire tale. Just that small transformation... was equivalent to burning away decades, maybe even centuries, of life.
"Chumo! Don’t do this!" Klea screamed from the edge of the arena, her voice cutting through the crowd’s roar.
On the battlefield, Chumo paused. He lifted his head slowly, sweat streaking down his bloodied face. His lips curled into a faint, almost apologetic smile. He drew in a deep breath—and then, as if accepting his fate, allowed the crimson sigil to blaze once more upon his forehead.
It was the mark of a forbidden technique [Blood Sacrifice]—one he had uncovered from the [Blood Tome], the ancient and cursed text once owned by Lodos. Chumo had taken it in secret, shortly after Emery’s disappearance. It was his last desperate attempt to find power.
But even that—burning away his own life—was not enough against Poseidon, a warrior who stood at the peak of Grand Magus might.
And so, he reached into his storage ring and pulled out a thick obsidian jug. Inside sloshed a dark crimson liquid, thick like syrup and ominously glowing.
"Is... is that blood?" Julian’s voice cracked with alarm.