He remained where he was.
Kaius, who had already given up all hope on the matter, felt the suppressed killing intent in his eyes surge like a monstrous tide after hearing what Jerald said. His icy gaze seemed capable of freezing the very air around him.
"Where is that son of a bitch now?"
Kaius's voice was low and frigid, as if it had risen from the Nine Netherworld Hell, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
Jerald didn't answer immediately. His pupils trembled slightly as if he were deep in thought.
A moment later, he finally spoke slowly.
"That person is extremely far away. With my current Ability, I can only track targets within a hundred kilometers.
"To track him over a greater distance, I'd have to use my own lifeblood. But doing so would leave me severely wounded. To recover, I would need to drain the blood of at least two hundred thousand people. On top of that, I'd be left in an extremely weakened state during that time…"
