That scorching, burning sensation instantly seeped deep into Jason Allen's body, followed by a chilling cold that spread throughout him, causing injury to his lungs and making him cough violently and uncontrollably.

But at that very moment, the stone thrown by Jason Allen also let out a dull whooshing sound as it spun at high speed and smashed hard into Frank Easton's nose bridge! Blood and fragments of stone splattered everywhere!

In that instant, even the silent moonlight that spilled down seemed to be

so, utterly, wild, and, arrogant!!!

With a muffled "boom," this was also Jason Allen's all-out, desperate strike—like a home run-level blow right to Frank Easton's handsome face!

This strike was thrown with every ounce of strength Jason Allen had left. The hard pebble, after hitting the enemy's face, kicked up a puff of gray dust and, with a crisp snap, shattered into three pieces.

As for Frank Easton, who was struck, he fared even worse. The stone landed heavily on his nasal bone, instantly shattering it into more than a dozen fragments, the sharp pieces stabbing deep into the bones behind his face!

Then, that tremendous force continued to transmit inward. The fragile superior nasal concha couldn't possibly withstand such impact, so next to break was the bone plate of the frontal sinus, which immediately caved inward, violently shaking the vulnerable brain behind it.

The inevitable result of this was that Frank Easton's vision went black, and he temporarily lost his sense of balance. At the same time, a wave of excruciating pain shot through his face, tears, snot, and blood all streaming out together. His ears buzzed, and he almost completely lost his hearing and sight for the moment!

Just as Jason Allen had predicted, Frank Easton, who was already gravely wounded and fleeing, had also reached the end of his rope! The corpse poison was constantly corroding his body, and the ritual he used to drain Jason Allen's life force had been forcibly interrupted. On top of that, he had been struck in a vital spot by the ghoul's corrosive, shadowy bile!

Although the filth of the shadowy bile had no effect on Frank Easton, it wasn't just filthy—it was also highly toxic and corrosive. In other words, even though Jason Allen had been hunted down so desperately that every second felt like a year, Frank Easton was also at the very end of his strength.

Of course, the main reason Jason Allen was able to hold out this long was because Frank Easton had always wanted to capture him alive. By the time Frank Easton realized the situation was out of control and decided to kill, his body was already failing him.

At this moment, the stone that Jason Allen had thrown with all his might became the decisive factor—the final straw that broke the camel's back!

Jason Allen gasped for breath, seeing stars flicker before his eyes. The massive blood loss left his mouth parched, as if he were burning up inside. Yet he tore away the fabric over his chest wound, wrung it hard, and let the half-coagulated blood drip into his mouth, swallowing it without so much as a frown. At the same time, he struggled on hands and knees toward the unconscious Frank Easton.

"He must die!"

"He has to die!"

"I have to kill him—otherwise, if he wakes up, I'm dead! Even my family won't survive!"

"I... must kill him!"

At this point, Jason Allen, barely clinging to life, somehow found the strength to grit his teeth and crawl forward with great difficulty. But the light in his eyes was almost blazing. He was less than ten meters from the fallen Frank Easton, but it took him a full five or six minutes to crawl that short distance.

Finally reaching his enemy's side, Jason Allen's pale, spasming, icy fingers seized the other's collar. At that moment, staring at Frank Easton's exposed neck, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a fierce hunger for reasons unknown, every cell in his body screaming out in frenzy!

Without hesitation, Jason Allen lunged forward, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on the right side of Frank Easton's neck. His bloodstained teeth clamped down, severing the carotid artery, and a warm, metallic taste instantly flooded Jason Allen's mouth.

This action exhausted the last of Jason Allen's strength. He could only breathe through his nose, gulping down mouthfuls as he sucked fiercely, all the while feeling his own blood slowly seeping from the wound in his chest, his body temperature dropping, and his consciousness fading.

At this point, the only thing Jason Allen could do was force himself to keep biting, never letting go, not even in death!

Suddenly, a warm current surged from his mouth and rapidly spread throughout his entire body. Jason Allen was energized, sucking even more frantically. He vaguely sensed that what was passing into his mouth wasn't just the other's blood, but something extra as well!

Even more striking, the pillar of purple energy above Jason Allen's head, which had almost faded to nothing, now coiled tightly around Frank Easton's much thicker pillar of purple energy like a giant serpent, turning the tables and threatening to devour it whole!