Chapter 785: A Blessed Moment with the Black Sun Tyrant_8

She could divine the future and provide both healing and enhancement.

With her presence, the wounds on the Eighth Ancestor that were scorched by the light began to recover at an accelerated rate.

At the same time, the Magic Strength of Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor, and the aura of power on Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Ancestor, both began to surge.

"..."

The Pope, his face unflinching behind the damaged mask, watched the three Blood Clan Ancestors surrounding him in the crimson Blood King Palace.

"How could such an event occur without me? I would also like to try if I could devour your power, My Lord."

Before the battle even started, another voice drifted out.

The blood mist condensed into Marquis Bainhardt, the Ninth Ancestor, dressed in an ivory silk shirt with a black velvet vest over it, his neckline adorned with an emerald green tie.

His golden-brown curly hair loosely hung over his forehead, slightly obscuring those red eyes.