Everyone turned around in unison.

A figure draped in a robe, face pale yet with a resolute expression, stood in the corner, exuding a sense of death.

He was clearly a powerful Bloodline Mage, but there was an indescribable look in his eyes, "I have been waiting for you."

"Who are you?" El asked warily, "What happened here?"

He slowly approached; the man introduced himself: "I was once part of the research conducted here, my name is Noah."

"We conducted countless explorations and experiments with Bloodline Power, but the cost was heavy. Everything I did was in pursuit of a way to transcend life and death."

Upon hearing this, the team members exchanged glances.

"So, what do you want us to do?"

David asked, unable to resist the urge to uncover the truth behind the secret.

Noah's lips curled into a faint, elusive smile: "I need new strength, and you will become my successors, exploring the true secrets hidden in the darkness of this world together."

Noah's words echoed in the air, carrying a grim and inscrutable aura.

The team members looked at each other, feeling a vague sense of unease.

El furrowed his brows, the alertness in his heart growing even stronger: "You want us to become your successors, but what is your true intention?"

Noah smiled slightly, a trace of terrifying fanaticism in his smile.

He slowly raised his hand, as if a Dark Power was gathering in his palm, shadows spreading behind him, dimming the surrounding light.

"The power of a Bloodline Mage is not merely for exploration, but for consumption and resurrection."

"I have undergone countless experiments; now I need new blood and Souls to replenish my lost power."

As his words fell, the deathly aura intensified, like an invisible net gradually enclosing everyone.

The Witch instinctively sensed a crisis; she immediately summoned a Magic Shield, protecting herself and her companions within it.

But this Defense was unable to block the Dark Power released by Noah.

"You will be sacrificed for my rebirth," the fanaticism in Noah's eyes intensified, "I need the fresh bloodline coursing through your veins to transform my Soul into a higher-level existence."

"We will never let you succeed!" El roared, gripping his weapon tightly and, together with the other team members, assuming battle stances.

But by this time, it was already too late.

Noah raised both hands high, an intense and twisted light exploded from his body, striking toward everyone like thunder in the darkness.

The air was filled with a pungent stench of decay and suffocating Energy waves, every person feeling an irresistible, inescapable fear.

In this desperate moment, a thought flashed in the Witch's mind; she swiftly focused her mind, gathering all her remaining strength together.

Behind her, a radiant and warm glow began to form; she knew she must give her all to stop this from happening.

Despite the Witch putting all her effort into casting the Magic Shield, Noah's Dark Power tore through their Defense like a relentless storm.

El and his comrades felt suffocated, as if the entire world was being engulfed by darkness, with light and hope vanishing in an instant.

"Resist! Don't give up!" El shouted with all his might, but his voice was gradually stifled within the shadows.

The hearts of the team members were filled with despair; they struggled in vain, realizing their strength was as insignificant as a flickering candle against this darkness.

Noah let out a low, twisted laugh, seemingly savoring the scene before him.

His eyes flashed with a mad and hungry gleam, a cruel and triumphant smile curling his lips: "You will become the nourishment for my revival."

As his words fell, the Dark Power instantly swallowed El and the others.

The bodies of everyone were bound tightly by invisible hands, gradually losing their ability to resist.

They felt their Life Energy slipping away bit by bit, while everything around them transformed into nothingness.

At this moment, boundless reluctance and fear surged within each person's heart.

They once thought of themselves as brave souls, about to uncover the secrets hidden behind the world, only to find themselves becoming the sacrificial lambs in the Bloodline Mage's revival plan.

Just as they were about to be completely engulfed by darkness, that radiant warm glow continued to shine with effort, the Magic Shield she cast standing like a faint star in the raging night sky.

Yet this resilience could not change the final outcome.

As the last ray of light was devoured completely, they all fell into utter silence.

Noah greedily absorbed the Life Energy from their bodies, feeling his Bloodline reviving, that long-lost and powerful sensation surging like a tide, almost making him shout with madness.

The Witch's heart was filled with despair, the scene before her eyes like a nightmare.

Despite her best efforts at the Magic Shield, it crumbled under Noah's relentless Dark Power; everything around began to distort, with light completely devoured.

She felt her Life Force slipping away like fine sand through her fingers, the calls of her companions suppressed to barely audible whispers by an invisible force.

At this moment, she felt despair surging like a tide, causing her will to grow increasingly blurred.

Whether from the fear of life and death or the pain of losing her comrades, she couldn't imagine what all she was about to lose.

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