Levi's expression was solemn. Black gas surrounded his body and finally condensed into Black Scale that sounded like gold and iron.
"From the looks of it, it's undoubtedly a Secondary Blood Clan member."
The aura of the Primary Blood Clan was much stronger than this.
Levi would have run away without saying a word if it were the Primary Blood Clan.
Levi's black gas transformed into a sharp blade in his palm.
It slashed at the incoming opponent.
The sharp claws of the Blood Clan member collided with the black gas, producing an ear-piercing sound of metal colliding.
One collision was enough for Levi to discover that its strength was not under his own.
Moreover, his opponent could fly, and its speed was not slow.
"I have to end this quickly. I can't let it fly away. If it has external support, I won't be able to rest in peace."
Originally, Levi wanted to turn a blind eye, but this d*mn thing did not give him any face.