Chapter 32: Extra Story VIII - Berserk Transformation

Suyet had gone mad—truly mad. The pale golden surge of powerful energy cleaved through the raging hurricane, and he followed without hesitation.

Then, together, they were swallowed by the massive black vortex.

It was a realm of void and darkness, suspended in the air, where nothing could be felt but the howling wind. Suyet thought of nothing, only held Han Qi tightly in his arms. Yet their bodies were pulled in opposite directions by two opposing forces.

Some threadlike substance coiled tightly around Suyet’s ankle, dragging him away. Countless cold, sharp spikes pierced his body. Suyet seemed oblivious to pain, focusing only on gripping Han Qi's hand—slipping from arm to wrist, wrist to fingers, until Han Qi gradually slipped away.

Han Qi’s tears were swept into long streaks by the wind, the warm liquid fell onto Suyet’s face. He heard Han Qi’s choked cry, “Let go, let go… you’ll die!”

The threads spread upwards, devouring Suyet’s body, barring his advance. Each spike burrowed deep within, then rampaged inside, consuming flesh, sinew, and blood.

It hurt—hurt unbearably.

Everything seemed orchestrated to tear them apart.

The threads soon wrapped around Suyet’s arms, burrowing into his palms. His hands grew bloody and mangled, yet his fingers still clutched Han Qi’s hand.

The threads gnawed his body to the bone. Pale golden blood gushed from his wounds, absorbed by the threads, making them thicker, sharper.

Han Qi broke free from Suyet’s grasp, and the other force swiftly drew him in, then he disappeared completely.

Suyet maintained that posture, his fingertips trembling, vision blurred by blood, breath fading.

In the next instant, Suyet lost all sensation, feeling his life slipping away.

Yet, in his last moment, he felt the warmth of Han Qi’s tears lingering on his face.

Finally, the black vortex closed, the hurricane gradually ceased, but Yuanche and Li Ye stood pale and weak.

Yuanche drew a deep breath. “Let’s go. Night is waiting for us.”

Li Ye nodded gravely, his eyes shining with moist light.

When they approached, Suyet lay on the ground. Every vein, every sinew had been severed by innumerable sharp threads, his body almost entirely shattered.

Pale golden blood oozed from countless wounds, soaking the ground.

Li Ye shivered as he walked, but when only a few paces from Suyet, he could go no further, standing in place, weeping silently.

Yuanche, stiff-legged, walked to Suyet’s side. The deep wounds made his pupils contract. He tried to lift Suyet, but found no unbroken skin.

“Night?” Yuanche’s voice trembled unconsciously.

There was no movement, no response, as if life had left him.

At that moment, even Yuanche’s breath seemed to halt.

It was a silence of death—utterly lifeless.

Yuanche knelt, gently lifting Suyet’s shoulders, and noticed Suyet’s eyelashes tremble.

He held his breath, staring intently, refusing to miss any sign.

After a moment, Suyet slowly opened his eyes, but his gaze was shrouded in a blood-red haze.

It was the sign of vampiric frenzy.

Suyet’s lineage was truly terrifying, with overwhelming healing abilities granting its bearer near immortality. Thus, though his body had been torn apart, Suyet had not died.

The torment had merely awakened the noble that symbolized slaughter.

After a night, the sky turned indigo with approaching dawn; countless rays gnawed at the vast darkness, and a faint glow touched the horizon.

The river was dyed crimson, a blood-red sea.

The entire town had collapsed, the ground fractured and slowly sinking.

No sign of life remained—this place had become a hell on earth.

The shimmering blood cast a mad, deathlike beauty upon Suyet’s face.

Yuanche stood unmoving beside him, expressionless, silver hair flying like a noble statue.

Qiao Nian staggered to the chapel, corpses strewn across the ground. He laughed wildly, his voice echoing far through the empty city.

Suyet heard the sound, turned slowly, his eyes still sharp with murderous intent, moving toward the source with the speed of light.

As Suyet rushed at Qiao Nian, Yuanche grabbed him firmly.

“Night, come to your senses. He’s innocent.”

Yuanche’s chest was racked with pain—Suyet’s nails had sunk deep. Yet he held Suyet’s wrist tightly.

“He is Han Qi’s brother.”

Suyet’s rigid body finally relaxed a little, his gaze shifting away from Qiao Nian. Yuanche, enduring the pain, retreated a step; the blade-like nails left his chest.

Yuanche walked heavily toward Qiao Nian. The youth’s eyes were no longer pure, swirling with a murky blood-red.

His expression was numb, staring vacantly at Yuanche.

In the next instant, his long hair bound Yuanche’s body, squeezing tighter and tighter, as if to kill him.

He had completely lost his reason.

Silvery blood seeped from the jet-black hair, pooling quickly on the ground.

As the hair sliced at him, Yuanche’s consciousness began to fade. Yet he slowly raised his hand and gently embraced Qiao Nian.

His throat filled with sticky blood, Qiao Nian could barely hear the muffled words, “Wake up…”

The savage, bloodthirsty hair suddenly stopped, gradually loosening its grip.

That hair, as tough as steel, was the most terrifying and deadly weapon, like countless sharp blades, clanging as it cut every inch of Yuanche’s skin and every vein.

His throat was choked with viscous blood, making his agonized moans indistinct and short.

Every vein, every sinew, was severed by the tender yet lethal embrace of Qiao Nian’s hair.

His blood flowed out beneath him, staining the grass.

In his blood-choked throat, the last faint words he uttered were, “Don’t be sad…”

Gradually, the blood mist faded from Qiao Nian’s eyes.

He stared at the scene in disbelief, a low lament rising from deep in his chest.

He clung to Yuanche’s cold body, tears mingling with blood.

Qiao Nian wept, the anguished sound echoing from the distant sky like a summons.

But it could not bring them back.

The once peaceful town was now drenched in blood, covered in corpses, collapsing silently.

His lament was an unspoken grief, vanishing into the blood-stained clouds.

A deafening roar came from the distant sky, dawn breaking over the horizon, bathing the world in a golden glow.

Then the heavens slowly turned black.

A great wind swept from the darkness, snatching away all warmth in an instant.

A cold like the Ice Age.

In a moment, everything was devoured by darkness.

The Blood Key activated—the birth of new vampires.

All memories of the blood clan were preserved, except for the Blood Key itself.