Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Ye Jingchen walked to the Red Well, bent down and looked down. The well water inside was light red, which is the origin of the name Red Well.

"It looks almost exactly like that dry well in Yuan Zhinü's spiritual world." Ye Jingchen helped Erii up.

Erii tugged at Ye Jingchen's clothes. Her eyes were closed, she was weak all over, and her voice trembled as she said, "Ye-kun, it's cold, I feel so cold."

White scales spread to Erii's chin, her ears became pointed, and her two small tiger teeth protruded from the top of her mouth.

"It's alright, you'll feel warm soon." Ye Jingchen rubbed Erii's left arm and supported the blood sterilization box with his nameless hand.

Ye Jingchen glanced around. "Aren't you coming out yet, Herzog!"

A tall figure, draped in a black cloak and wearing a white noble mask, emerged from the darkness. He carefully examined the drooping object in Ye Jingchen's hand. "Is this the Sacred Remains?"

"Didn't Bondarev draw a sketch of the Holy Remains for you in his notes?" Ye Jingchen picked up the Holy Remains and waved it in front of him.

"Bondarev! You actually know him? Who are you? How could someone so young know Bondarev?!" Wang Jiang's voice trembled. He dared not approach Ye Jingchen. The shadow warrior's avatar approaching Ye Jingchen was simply giving him experience points. Ye Jingchen knew all too well how to deal with shadow warriors.

Ye Jingchen knew perfectly well that the guy in front of him was definitely a fake body. He was too lazy to waste words with this fake body, so he raised his hand and threw the precious holy remains onto the cement ground!

Wuming twirled his sword in his hand, then swung it down, severing the bone barbs at the tip of the Holy Relic's tail!

"Stop! What are you doing!"

"Stop! What are you doing!"

"stop……"

……

Many identical voices came from all around!

There is more than one shadow warrior here.

Countless kings and generals, dressed in black cloaks and wearing white noble masks, emerged from the darkness!

Ye Jingchen remained fearless. "Herzog, you don't have much time left. The forces in Northern Europe, Angers in Kassel, the Black Prince Group, and the Little Devil—all of these people are watching you from behind the scenes."

"If you don't come out, I'll chop the Holy Remains into mincemeat."

After saying that, Ye Jingchen raised Wuming and made a feint as if he was about to swing his sword.

"Wait!" A man shorter than the surrounding shadow warriors, dressed in a black suit and wearing a nobleman's mask, stepped out from the crowd. He took off his mask, revealing a wrinkled old face that had once been part of a meeting with the Snake Clan.

Back then, he was called Tachibana Masamune.

*Thud!* Ye Jingchen plunged his sword into the tail of the Holy Remains!

"I'm out! Why?!" Herzog nervously crushed the mask in his hand. What Ye Jingchen had ruined was what he had longed for all his life.

Ye Jingchen shook his head. "I don't believe this is your real body. Given your personality, you wouldn't have walked out on your own!"

"It's over, I've become a stand-in!" Herzog was shocked. He never expected that he would be caught in the paradox of proving that he was himself.

If it were Minamoto no Chizuru, she would have stabbed him to death long ago, then happily went to the supermarket to buy new clothes and start a new life.

“I am real!” Herzog argued weakly, pulling at his loose, wrinkled old face. “Look! It’s real!”

Ye Jingchen pulled out Wuming and then inserted it into the tail of the Holy Remains again, saying, "This is invalid self-proof."

Herzog felt as if the nameless, sharp blade was not embedded in the holy remains, but in his own body. The pain of his skin, organs, and bones being torn apart by the blade was excruciating.

Herzog understood that the important thing now was not how to prove himself, but to make Ye Jingchen suffer as much as he did. Only by cutting each other's bodies with their swords could they have the right to talk.

Herzog thought, "You don't care about anything? I don't believe it. Let Erii go berserk then!"

Among the many figures cloaked in black, one figure quietly raised his hand, holding an ivory board in his left hand and a wooden clapper in his right...

"Found you! Herzog!"

"Word of Power: Moment!"

"Word of Power - Immortality!"

Ye Jingchen almost flashed in front of the figure, his pair of crimson-gold pupils meeting the eyes behind the white noble mask. Ye Jingchen's eyes were full of pleasure, and the corners of his mouth turned up in an exaggerated arc!

"Not good!" He was suddenly startled, as if someone had shot him. His eyes widened under the white noble mask, and he raised the wooden clapper, ready to smash it down on Ye Jingchen's head!

It looks so ridiculous.

Ye Jingchen grabbed Herzog by the neck and lifted him up in an instant, pressing the holy remains against Herzog's back!

The Holy Relic, which had been tormented to the point of near death, was overjoyed upon feeling Herzog's body temperature. It frantically extended filamentous blood vessels from its transparent body, which quickly transformed into tentacle-like limbs that easily burrowed into Herzog's body and embraced Herzog's spine!

"No!" Herzog cried out as he clearly felt something being inserted into his skin on the back, a sensation that sent chills down his spine.

"You want to use me as a vessel?" Herzog's spirit seemed to be more tenacious than that of an ordinary person. If he were an ordinary person, he would have already become a dead servant-like creature controlled by the Holy Remains.

"It's useless, haha, it's useless! I don't have dragon blood in my veins! And you couldn't possibly have stolen the White Monarch's power!"

"Let us perish together! I will embrace the Holy Remains!" Herzog's left eye, under the erosion of the Holy Remains, had one-third transformed into the golden eye of a dragon, with a golden border and blue pupil.

Ye Jingchen patted Herzog's old face, then instantly grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the back of the black Honda sedan. "I suggest you hold on a little longer. Maybe you really can become the White King!"

Herzog, who had been despondent and ready to give up all resistance against the Holy Relic, was suddenly filled with joy when he saw the blood in the container and the blood exchanger in the back of the carriage!

Hope rekindled in their eyes!

As he was being consumed by the holy remains, the voice emanating from his throat sounded like that of a wild beast: "Is this Erii's blood?"

“Yes, that’s why I told you to hang in there!” Ye Jingchen nodded and inserted the IV needle he had prepared into Herzog’s neck.

The blood exchanger is now operational!

Inside the glass vessel, Erii's remaining purified blood gradually flowed into Herzog's body.

Herzog's original blood flowed into the nearby sewer.

The Holy Relic also sensed Erii's blood, which was as sweet as dew. It calmed down and began to erode Herzog's consciousness while absorbing the White King's blood. Once it had completely eroded Herzog's consciousness, the Holy Relic would release all of the White King's authority within this body!

The blood in the glass container had been completely transfused, and Ye Jingchen promptly removed the needle.

Ye Jingchen looked into Herzog's eyes, which were now only half golden with gold rims and blue pupils. Ye Jingchen cupped Herzog's face in his hands, grinned, and said, "Go for it, Herzog, you can do it!"

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the red well and let go.

Herzog's eyes were filled with despair. His body began to fall endlessly, the consciousness of the Holy Relic continued to piece together within him, and the inner walls of the Red Well kept moving upwards in his eyes...