Seraphine lay on the ground, drenched in a cold sweat. At this point, her face was pale, but she didn't make a sound.
Cyril saw Remus dodging him, and his eyes lit up as if he'd found a way to take him down. "Everyone! Use your blood to attack him. He's afraid of blood!"
The disciples heard his order and pulled out the fork on their palms to spray their blood at Remus. As for the two older men, they stood up as well. They ignored the pain in their bodies, punched their chests, and opened their mouths to spit the blood at Remus.
In an instant, the restaurant was filled with blood.
"No!" Klave, Graham, and the others shouted at the same time.
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