One Rank For Him Is One Giant Leap Of Strength

Isadora's once silky silver hair was matted with blood, each drop tracing down a crimson line down her forehead, coursing along her heavy eyelids before pooling at the corner of eyes. It looked as if she was shedding tears of blood.

That was the appearance Varian saw when he rushed out of the cave right after breakthrough.

Rudolph was stepping towards them. He hadn't tried to kill them but they weren't far off.

Especially Sarah, who just fainted. She lay in a pool of blood, like a sleeping princess at the heart of a tragedy.

Rudolph's aura was destroying her body, bit by bit. Without timely treatment, she'd die. And any treatment wasn't possible until the Prince was still alive.

"Hahahaha!" With a roaring laughter, the Prince reached his hands towards them.

Isadora couldn't get up any longer. She found it hard to even more her fingers. But the she stared at Rudolph and let out a weak, but mocking chuckle. "Y-You're so…dea—"

Shuaa!