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As Emily's rampage continued, her strength not only reached the SS-rank, but the sanctuary's environment also granted her an incredibly strong regenerative ability, rendering her nearly immortal. The attacks from the werewolf elders and even the vampire lords were completely ineffective, forcing them to constantly dodge her onslaught.

To avoid arousing suspicion among the vampire lords, Lilith Blackwood suggested that everyone return to the vampire castle first, assuring them that she had a way to subdue the rampaging white werewolf. The vampire subordinates marveled at the Priestess's power, vowing to support her ascension to the throne of the vampire clan if they survived.

Once everyone had left, Emily attempted to pursue Azrael, but he quickly poured his blood into her mouth. To Lilith Blackwood's astonishment, the moment the blood entered Emily's body, she froze. It seemed absurd that feeding a mere SS-rank powerhouse some blood could so easily subdue them.

However, there was no time to dwell on that now. Azrael continued to feed Emily his blood while apologizing repeatedly, "Your master was wrong." After repeating this a dozen times, Azrael's face turned pale, his body drained of blood, and he collapsed, on the verge of losing consciousness.

Outside the Mind-reading Crystal, the Werewolf Empress wept uncontrollably. "Master, please don't continue!" The scene was so deeply moving that it touched the hearts of all who witnessed it, bringing tears to their eyes.

As the werewolf sanctuary began to crumble, Azrael wished to stay by Emily's side, but he had already passed out. Lilith Blackwood disagreed and lifted Azrael onto her shoulders, attempting to escape. However, Emily still yearned for Azrael's blood, and another sip could have led to his death from excessive blood loss.

Left with no choice, Lilith Blackwood used her illusions to convey to Emily that she could no longer drink Azrael's blood. She simulated Azrael's appearance, bidding farewell and warning Emily that if she didn't behave, he would never return.

Lilith Blackwood tightly grasped Azrael's hand and pulled him out of the collapsing sanctuary. Emily did not pursue them. Instead, she gave them a deep, meaningful look. To everyone's surprise, tears had already welled up in her blood-red wolf eyes as she gradually regained her sanity.

Outside the Mind-reading Crystal, the Werewolf Empress could no longer contain her emotions. She transformed into a snow-white werewolf with red markings and lunged at the Vampire Queen, her claws outstretched. "It was you who deceived me!" she screamed. "You made me live in agony for years, hating my own master!"

The impact of their clash was earth-shattering, unlike the previous battles between the empresses. Emily was fighting with her life on the line, and the werewolf and vampire forces were poised to join the fray at any moment. The mages below shook their heads in exasperation, wondering if they were about to witness another great war between werewolves and vampires.

In the void above, Elven Queen Calista Silverleaf silently observed the unfolding events. As the leader of the alliance, she should have intervened, but she chose to remain uninvolved. Let the werewolves and vampires fight to their hearts' content, she thought. Her only concern now was finding clues about her husband's whereabouts.

Just as everyone believed that the impending battle was inevitable, the Vampire Queen suddenly stopped, a bitter smile on her face. "I'm even more pitiful than you," she said. "You should watch the rest of the memories before seeking revenge."

Lilith Blackwood's expression grew increasingly grim. It was true. Back then, to save Azrael, she had lost all her status and honor within the vampire community, even forfeiting her title as the Vampire Priestess. To help Azrael recover, she had risked her life to obtain the source blood of the Vampire Progenitor. She had given nearly everything for him.

And what had she received in return? Azrael's coldness and indifference, his utter disregard for her sacrifices. The only thing that could have restored her glory was the Vampire Progenitor's legacy. But to her shock, the person who had contested her for that legacy was none other than Azrael himself.

In his ruthless pursuit of the Vampire Progenitor's inheritance, Azrael had heartlessly injured her, consumed by greed. She despised his stone-cold heart. How could he treat his other students so well while remaining indifferent to her, the one who had given him her sincere devotion? She was determined to make Azrael pay, along with all of his students.

Lilith Blackwood merely laughed. The truth was clear to her, and soon, the entire world would see Azrael for who he truly was – a heartless, ungrateful scoundrel.

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