The tactful Edward stopped talking and gazed at the sea of clouds. He suddenly heaved an emotional sigh. Once upon a time, he was a representation of the vampire race’s future, gathering all glory and favor upon himself. The only ones he needed to compete against were people like the Demoness, Anwen, and Basil. William was still young, so he didn’t need to worry about the fellow for a good while.

How could he have expected such an outcome back then? The world was constantly changing and uncontrollable, just like the rolling sea of clouds.

Just as Edward was lost in thought, he heard Nighteye’s voice from behind him. “Why aren’t you jumping?”

Edward was startled. As a spirited warrior, he felt truly aggrieved and unwilling that he was given no choice but to return to the dust. He let out a long howl and leaped toward the sea of clouds, shooting forward over a thousand meters at the speed of lightning. It was at this moment that a powerful force locked into his body and slowed down his flow of blood energy by more than half.

Unable to keep himself...