性激烈的欧美三级视频

It was a glass vial, a tube. He exerted some force and drew it out.

It was indeed a healing potion. While not as miraculous as an elixir, it was quite effective for recovery and healing.

He felt it was a necessary item for him. If he let the blood leak any longer, he might just die from blood loss.

At least, his life would not be in any immediate danger.

He quickly opened the cap and drank the potion, gulping it down quickly.

The effect was instant as he felt his strength returning slowly.

A warm feeling spread over the wounds on his body, and a comforting sensation washed over him.

"Haah…"

He exhaled in relief and lay down for another five minutes before slowly standing up.

The scene before him was truly destructive.

The trees were broken, branches and blood were scattered all around, and the moonlight reflected off the red blood, giving the scene a reddish shine.

He looked around and saw his axe was nowhere to be seen in the dark.

Even the sword in the third sister\'s hand was damaged by the previous impact.

He glanced towards Shane, and his blade was in the same condition.

He shook his head and reached for his bag, intending to loot them.

Shuffling through the third sister\'s pocket, he retrieved her talisman and saw that one mark was missing from the inscribed runes on it when they received it.

This meant that a demon was currently sealed inside the talisman.

\'So she had already gotten a demon. Too bad, you\'re not getting it back.\'

After making sure he had properly inspected her, he went towards Shane and did the same.

In the end, he managed to find another healing potion and an unused talisman.

\'Good!\'

He nodded to himself as he slowly started to leave. As for them?

He was leaving them there. It was not his problem how they dealt with demons.

It would be better if they got eaten by the demons, but he knew that was impossible.

Sooner or later, an elder would definitely come to their rescue. The Mystic Purge Clan was known for its strict vigilance over its members. He had to act fast before they arrived.

He quickened his pace, the night air growing colder with each step. His instincts screamed at him to move faster.

Swish!

Suddenly, a strong wind assaulted his back as he looked behind. He spun around, his eyes focusing sharply.

He saw a glowing figure floating in the sky.

His eyes slightly narrowed. Sure enough, an elder had come.

It was almost instant, as if they had been watching them for a long time and waited for him to be done before appearing.

The elder\'s sudden appearance sent a chill down his spine. It felt as if the elder had been observing, waiting for the precise moment to intervene. There was no doubt now—his every action had been monitored.

He observed the elder\'s features.

The elder was an old man with a short white goatee and short silver hair. Not inherited but aged, lacking in luster.

A strange energy field surrounded the elder as he floated in the sky. His eyes were indifferent and cold as he looked down.

It was as if a celestial was looking down on mortals.

Despite the inhumane and bloody scene beneath, his gaze did not falter as he directly stared into Oliver\'s eyes from above.

Oliver suddenly felt a weird sensation in his body upon being probed by the elder. However, he did not resist. He knew the elder was curious about his secrets and the strength he displayed.

The elder probably wanted to find out if they had missed something during his birth or if he was being controlled by a demonic being.

Of course, since that was not the case and it was just his natural physical powers, the elder was unable to find anything out of the ordinary no matter how much he probed again and again.

A look passed through the elder\'s serene and aged eyes, carrying the wisdom of the past.

He slowly descended from the sky and, instead of landing near the siblings, he landed in front of Oliver.

Oliver couldn\'t help but feel that the elder was quite graceful and elegant. Was it due to his age that his posture and moves felt refined, or was it just his lack of taste and power?

In fact, Oliver was not wrong. The elder before him had persisted in the Mystic Purge Clan for centuries and could be counted among the strongest beings in the entire world.

He was a sage that many exorcists aspired to even get a glance of, to receive words of guidance from—an experienced teacher and a veteran exorcist.

The elder had countless achievements associated with his name like the other elders. This was the case for all of the top five clans and their elites.

Oliver felt an invisible pressure on his shoulders…

No, it was not due to the elder releasing his power onto him, but just a natural pressure from such a being who had fought and slaughtered countless demons over the years.

The elder did not say anything for a moment and just stared at the youth in front of him.

Oliver… the isolated child, the child born without any talent, the child who was denied the clan\'s name publicly, the only main heir mocked openly by the crowd, the child with all sorts of rumors associated with his lack of talent.

The child who was said to have had his talent devoured by his twin during birth.

The child of misfortune and shame.

But what they all witnessed just now was definitely not something a child without any talent could achieve.

Not only did he defeat one but two of the most talented kids from the main family lineage, but he also managed to crush them one-sidedly.

Was he supposed to believe that he was still an untalented bastard?

How could he, after what he just saw?