Yoze felt an itch in his heart as he worried about his father's safety. Even though he had left him in the protection of Tiki, Dreyer, and Jewel, they were still not powerful enough in his book.
One of them was a rogue immortal cultivator who had only reached the third level of the Nerve Accumulation realm, another was a novice who only knew witchcraft, and lastly, one of them was a martial artist who hadn't reached the Blood Master realm yet. Whether they had preparation or not, they wouldn't be able to stop even a young demon or Martial Grandmaster.
Even the little serpent he had left with them could only fight against Blood Masters and not defeat them unless it had help. Then again, if the little serpent worked with the White Tiger, who had transformed into a Blood Beast, it would be difficult for any Blood Master to stop them from escaping.
So regardless of who it was, none of them was powerful enough to defend his father against the real threats of this world. However, it had to be mentioned that they were all weak in Yoze's eyes, but when it came to the standard of this world, they were not weak.
Even though Tiki was a rogue immortal cultivator and Dreyer was a novice witch, there was a reason why rogue immortal cultivators and witches looked down on martial artists. The reason was simply that the early stages of both of these crystal arts had such an enormous boost in power for their users that they had spells and witchcraft that were able to kill Blood Masters with ease.
In the Fire Immortal cultivation manual, the Fireball spell was capable of becoming so hot that it could turn a Blood Master into ash, even when they used their blood as protection. Even Yoze had used this spell when he fought against Geo, and a Fireball at full power was so hot and caused such a massive explosion that it could easily turn a large group of Blood Masters into ash.
A Martial Grandmaster would have to ensure they didn't become hit by this spell, or they would get severely injured. Of course, since Tiki hadn't reached the peak of the Nerver Accumulation realm, her fireball wouldn't be as powerful as his. However, it was still powerful enough to turn a Blood Master into ash.
Not to mention that there were at least ten spells in the Fire Immortal Cultivation manual that had the same level of destructive power the Fireball spell had, such as the Explosive Metal spell that Tiki had used a long time ago when they first met to fight against another route immortal cultivator.
This spell could be cast instantly and almost instantly cause metals such as iron from a knife to become red hot and turn into makeshift explosives. If a few of the explosive projectiles that Tiki had created stabbed into the back of a Blood Master, they would be dead without a doubt.
Dreyer's witchcraft could also create plant soldiers in the Blood Master realm. Even though these plant soldiers were weaker than most Blood Masters, this weakness could be dealt with by simply having more plant soldiers.
Regardless of whether it was Tiki or Dreyer, both of them were not as weak as Yoze imagined, and after living and training with him for so long, they were much stronger than when they first met. So with only these two, they had the capabilities to deal with any Blood Master that came their way. Even Martial Grandmasters would have to be careful around them.
When Jewel, the little serpent, and White Tiger are included, they form a solid defense around his father that is significantly better than what most government officers would receive.
The only reason they seemed so weak in Yoze's eyes was that he had a warped vision of power. Since his growth speed was always getting faster and faster, he never had the time to properly adjust what was considered powerful in his eyes versus reality's true powerhouses.
Yoze even saw Martial Grandmasters in a kind of weak light, but they were still in a better light than Blood Masters, who he felt were weak. It couldn't be helped since even before he became a Blood Master, he could defeat a group of five Blood Masters, not to mention, as he got stronger, they became almost insignificant.
By the time he became a Blood Master, most Blood Masters couldn't even harm him. So he only saw Martial Grandmaster as his opponent for a long time.
But for the majority of the world, Blood Masters were the true elites and was the realm that most people strive for but would never be able to achieve. Blood Master Scarlett herself was capable of forcing hundreds of martial artists to behave when they were around her tiny village, which was a crazy feat.
Just the fact that New Swamp Town was the largest Town in the whole region but only had ten generals that had reached the Blood Master realm but not a single Martial Grandmaster showed not only how powerful New Swamp Town was but how rare Blood Masters were, much less Martial Grandmasters.
In this world, Martial Grandmasters were the true powerhouses, but their rare existence made it so that only a few places, such as a city and medium to large Martial Art Sects, could support them. So for the places that these powerhouses couldn't reach, Blood Masters reigned supreme.
Yoze shook his head to clear his mind so he could focus on the situation before him. Right now, he has transformed a powerless Three-Eyed Crow into a powerful Blood Beast companion using his Bloody Beast Clone body cultivation method.
"It took me nearly two hours to transform Scar into her current state. So I could save a few more Three-Eyed Crows so that I will have more companions and future clones." Yoze's mind raced as he looked at the dark sky, which was beginning to penetrate the dark cloud of crows.
For him to be capable of seeing some of the colorful stars could only mean that the number of crows that had died and fallen into the fire had reached several hundred, while those who continued to battle it out were only a hundred at most.
"I'm sorry, Scar, that I can't save all of your friends, but I can still save a few more before they all die." Yoze showed Scar his remorse as he felt that she must have felt saddened to see so many crows she knew would die.
"Caw, caw, caw, caw" Scar gave a few sad caws before she flew into the sky with a single flap of her large wings.
Before the pained crows could react to Scar's sudden appearance, she had opened her black beak that reeked of blood and carefully used her blood-red tongue to bring a few crows into her mouth. Once she collected four crows, she returned to the ground without a sound in less than a second.
"Caw, caw, caw!"
"Scar, there is no need to be so shy with me. If you want me to save your siblings, then you don't even need to ask since I know what you wanted."
Yoze gently shook his head as he felt amused by Scar's shy behavior and grabbed one of her siblings from her mouth. Unfortunately, the rest of her siblings would have to remain under the restraint of their sister's blood-red tongue until he got to them.
As for the sapling, he had decided to allow it to follow its desires and planted it into the ground. He wanted to see what would happen if he allowed it to grow in an almost unrestrained manner.
Since he would have to deal with an anomaly, he wanted to know more about it and how its strange aura worked. Why were these ordinary saplings so lively, and why were they so determined to absorb the nutrition in the soil?
From the looks of it, they seemed to have the ability to use their roots to absorb the nutrition from the bodies of their victims. So why don't they just go on a rampage and kill all the living beings in their closest vicinity instead of trying to plant themselves into the ground?
If he wanted to better understand this anomaly to kill it, then he would need to understand what was the purpose of these parasitic seeds and what their capabilities were. This was the only way he could deal with an anomaly, and most importantly, he needed to keep at least one of these parasitic seeds and plants until his talent marks were refreshed so he could copy their talents.
"This is going to be a long night," Yoze sighed before putting on his best smile and started to poke the little crow in his hands.
As soon as his fingers poked the little crow, its dull eyes began to regain their clarity, and its spiritual energy that was teetering on the edge of disconnecting from its body quickly regained its foundation.
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