A very handsome and delicate face, an expression of sorrow as if enjoying in the thin lips, two fangs protruding, a slender body with white skin exposed outside, blending together to form a lewd and strange beauty. His black shiny eyes stared at Xiao Yi without blinking, as if looking at a beautiful flower, or as if looking at a delicious pastry.

  Xiao Yi felt goosebumps rising on her back, it wasn't fear, but a thorough disgust and despair. Faced with such a monster, what could she do? How to do it? She wanted to vomit.

  She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, turned around to face the paralyzed Grefenhart XVII and several ministers around him, gesturing with her hands and reciting incantations. A faint blue glow spread over the emperor and the ministers, they groaned and immediately regained mobility.

  Xiao Yi's forehead was beaded with fine sweat, having successfully used the water-element group dispel that she wasn't originally skilled at. However, her heart remained a sea of despair. This small-scale group dispel magic already made her feel like she was struggling to keep up, while the vampire's powerful petrifying spell that immobilized everyone in the tent was effortlessly cast with just a wave of his hand.

  "Hurry up and take His Majesty away, I'll hold him off here." He tossed the sentence at Chris and the group of ministers, turned around and stared at the vampire.

  From the moment she turned her back, the vampire had been standing there motionless, not attacking her defenseless back but quietly waiting for her to finish what she was doing and turn around again.

  "Your magic is quite impressive, it can use flames and also disperse magic with such a small range of water system, I wonder if there's anything else that will surprise me." Degar didn't move, just smiled at him. The smile was still charming, but had a hint of cruelty, like a child watching the insect he caught in his glass bottle struggle to death.

  Several ministers supported the emperor, who was at a loss for what to do, and searched for an exit. Two skull warriors guarded the entrance of the tent, while the hole burned in the tent was behind the dangerous vampire.

  "Idiot." Xiao Yi cursed in a hurry. "Can't you just cut the tent open with a knife?"

  The leather tent was torn open, and a minister had just stepped out in haste, but three huge dog heads suddenly appeared in the broken hole. The minister was dragged out with one pull, and his miserable cry had just begun when he was torn into three pieces alive, and his internal organs and blood splattered all over the ground.

  The Emperor and the other courtiers were immediately frightened and fell to the ground, the three-headed dog dropped the limbs from its mouth and bit towards the Emperor who was paralyzed on the ground. Kris, who was beside him, hastily hugged him and rolled away, narrowly escaping.

  "The puppy is out. Just keep it from running away, don't disturb the elegant atmosphere here." The vampire waved his hand elegantly and the three-headed dog retreated immediately. His black gemstone-like eyes were fixed on Xiaoyi's body, reluctant to leave. He made a gesture as if inviting her to dance. "Miss, shall we begin?"

  Xiao Yi glared at him, gritted his teeth, bent down and took a long sword from one of the officials, waving it in his hand to take a stance.

  "I hope you don't lose your wits and courage out of fear, for that is the most irreplaceable part of your incomparable beauty." The vampire looked at the sharp weapon and smiled.

  Xiao Yi didn't make a sound, and with one swift motion, she thrust her sword straight at his chest.

  Dega smiled and opened his arms, embracing the sword. The blade slid smoothly into his snowy skin, through flesh, and out of his back. His face still smiling, he wrapped his arms around the small Yee, who had pierced him, like a passionate lover.

  But his easy smile suddenly stiffened and then became a mixture of shock and anger.

  After a dull thud, Xiao Yi flew several meters away and fell to the ground. She clutched her stomach and curled up like a shrimp, her face twisted in agony.

  Degaar didn't notice the long sword that had been pierced through him, and with his full attention, he slowly pulled out a small knife from under the sword. It was a silver dinner knife that had been on the table earlier, and now it was inserted into his chest along with its handle, with smoke rising from the place where the knife had entered.

  "Finally." The small knife was finally pulled out and discarded, Degar still had a pained expression. He covered the stabbed area with his hand, and gradually it stopped smoking. He let go of his hand, let out a breath, and casually pulled out and discarded the long sword. The skin there looked intact again.

  "It's the third time already." Degar looked at Xiao Yi, who was still curled up on the ground in pain. The expression on his face was no longer so relaxed. "If it were a vampire a few levels lower than me, this would be the third death. Is that small knife really your true weapon? The long sword is just a paralyzing obstacle for my eyes." He sincerely sighed again and praised. "You're really too amazing."

  Xiao Yi was still curled up there, her slender body shrunk into a ball and trembling slightly, as if she had completely lost the strength to struggle.

  Degar didn't approach her, staring at her for a while before shaking his head and saying: "That kick earlier was quite heavy, it must have hurt? I apologize... but you should be fine by now. If you can use the Flame Wall and Dispel Magic, then Healing Magic shouldn't be a problem either... What's your plan, pretending to be paralyzed like that? Are you waiting for me to come closer so you can attack me with magic at close range? Or maybe you're thinking, since one silver dagger can hurt me, wouldn't it be more effective to stab me multiple times?" He snapped his fingers and two dark spirits flew in from the broken tent. "I'm no longer underestimating you; you're the first human woman I've ever underestimated."

  Xiao Yi slowly got up from the ground, her hair was disheveled, and there was a hint of blood at the corner of her mouth. She looked despairingly at the vampire in front of her who had seen through her intentions.

  "Ah... Such eyes......" Degar murmured, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, completely absorbed in the expression that was either intoxicating or heartbreaking. "A beautiful, strong, brave, and intelligent woman like you has finally revealed a desperate expression, like a Persian cat under a surgeon's knife... Beautiful... It's truly too beautiful. And I, unable to have you, can only devour you. I'm so heartbroken, so helpless... This expression of yours, this feeling of mine at this moment, will at least allow me to savor it for over a hundred years. In my tedious and endless vampire life, things that had meaning had long since disappeared; only these beautiful, yet heartbreaking moments are what I pursue." He waved his hand, and the two dark spirits pounced towards Xiaoyi.

  "Boom." Xiaoyi sent a fireball that blasted the intangible body of the yin soul into fragments, but in just an instant, those white misty vapors recondensed into their complete form. These undead monsters didn't have substantial bodies; they were merely clusters of thoughts and magical energy distilled from human bodies. If you couldn't thoroughly shatter them at once, they could re-condense again.

  A dark soul had grasped Xiaoyi's hand. Although these monsters couldn't even lift a leaf, the energy of the vengeful spirits that made up their bodies could stop the flow of energy in living creatures' bodies and cause numbness.

  Two dark souls grasped Xiaoyi tightly, her body immediately stiffened, unable to struggle even the slightest movement. Degar stepped forward and hugged her, sighing "Such a perfect woman, such wonderful blood, when can I savor it again..."

  Xiao Yi's face was deathly pale, her teeth clenched tightly on her lower lip, as if she was struggling to hold back a scream. Her neck, still able to move, trembled violently, and the emotions in her long, narrow eyes had been ground down by fear and helplessness into despair, revealing a dying glimmer like that of a deer about to be swallowed whole by a python.

  The vampire gazed at her face, where a desperate expression had frozen, his beautiful and enchanting face was entranced and sorrowful, as if an artist immersed in his own work. He pressed his blood-stained lips to the snow-white neck, slowly roaming over the delicate skin, caressing it with tenderness, like a young man touching his first love's body for the first time. Wherever he roamed, a trail of blood was left behind, and tiny goosebumps rose around it.

  At last he flashed out his sharp fangs and bit down. The crimson blood immediately gushed out from the snow-white skin, flowing into the vampire's mouth.

  "Don't!" Chris cried out in a shrill voice.

  But another shrill howl immediately drowned out her scream. The huge sound almost pierced the eardrums of everyone in the tent.

  The one who let out that miserable cry was the vampire who had been so elegant and self-satisfied just a moment before. His reaction was so enormous that even those two dark spirits lost control. Xiao Yi struggled free from his grasp, covering her bleeding neck with her hands. The blood vessels were only slightly injured, not bitten through, and she immediately stopped the bleeding as soon as she applied healing magic.

  Everyone stared in amazement at the vampire who was now hopping around like a scalded rat.

  Dega's mouth was smoking, not just smoking, but his entire lower face was boiling up. It seemed as if he had just drunk a furnace of molten steel into his mouth instead of blood. He seemed to want to cover his own mouth, but his hands didn't dare to really go up. Not only his expression, but every inch of skin and muscle on his body was twitching due to the intense pain.

  Xiao Yi looked at the monster in surprise, hesitated for a moment and immediately understood. She stretched her wrist to her mouth and bit it hard, blood gushing out instantly. Then she rushed to the vampire who was wailing loudly and flung the blood on her hand onto him.

  The blood splattered on Degar's body like water droplets on a scorching hot pot, immediately boiling up with a sizzling sound. The vampire in extreme pain and fury suddenly punched Xiaoyi's side abdomen, the sound of broken ribs echoed, and her entire person flew backward and crashed into the tent.

  The vampire continued to scream wildly. He suddenly picked up a long sword from the ground and with one slash, he cut off his entire lower jaw.

  Degar was like a madman, continuing to slash and chop at the other places on his body where Xiao Yi's blood had splattered. Each sword stroke was heavy and ruthless, cutting away large chunks of flesh as if they were the most hateful things in the world. Until he had cut away all the places with bloodstains, his originally slender body was now covered in wounds, mangled to the point of being unrecognizable. But the remaining upper half of his expression seemed to have let out a sigh of relief.

  The flesh that had been cut off continued to be corroded and dissolved by the fresh blood above, and soon completely disappeared. With a "ding" sound, Degar's entire body turned into a mass of mist, and then slowly condensed again. His re-condensed body restored its original intact shape, but looked very weak, as if he couldn't even stand steadily.

  The vampire pounced on a minister, biting his neck and sucking vigorously. The elegant demeanor was gone, he knelt on the ground with four limbs stretched out, like a bloodthirsty beast, his eyes fixed on the fallen Xiao Yi without blinking. His expression while drinking blood was as greedy and ferocious as a wolf that had been starving for decades, his beautiful face twisted into an eerie and terrifying appearance, as if he wanted to suck the body under him dry with one mouthful.

  That poor minister let out only half a cry, his limbs tightened like a frog in a snake's mouth, and as the blood color quickly faded from his face, he went pale and limp.

  Degaer sprang up again and pounced on another minister, blood dripping from his mouth to his bare body, making his pale skin look even more ghastly. His long limbs tightly wrapped around the prey in his arms, like a giant white spider. The blood in his mouth made loud gurgling noises as he sucked it in, and his ferocity and terror were unmatched. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and started wailing loudly again.

  After sucking the blood of three people, Degar seemed to have finally recovered and stood up again. However, he was still cautiously watching Little Yi who had fallen to the ground, not daring to approach him easily.

  Danger. A long-forgotten fear rose up in the vampire's heart. The blood contained some kind of power that was completely incompatible with his physiology, and its effect was dozens of times stronger than even the highest-grade holy water, almost causing his entire body to collapse.

  Degar frowned and looked carefully, and Xiao Yi seemed to have really fainted. The punch he had just made under intense pain was not something that a human body could withstand. He gestured for a skull soldier to step forward. Xiao Yi still didn't react, Degar gave a hand signal, the skull soldier raised the knife in his hand.

  "Stop it! Somebody save my sister!" Chris stood up and screamed as if she was about to rush over.

  De Gaulle furrowed his brow, without even using gestures, and Chris immediately fell to the ground like a chopped wood under the slow technique.

  Women are truly ignorant creatures. Let's not mention how trite and clichéd this phrase is, at the very least it can be confirmed that there is no actual effect. In a situation like this now, what can make him stop, what can come to save? With a wave of his hand, the skull soldier's knife falls.

  But just at this moment, a loud "boom" shook the air, and a black shadow really burst through the tent and flew in, knocking that skeleton soldier open.

  The vampire looked back in shock and anger, only to find that the black shadow that had flown in to save the person at the last minute was actually a three-headed dog, or rather, the corpse of a three-headed dog.

  The three-headed dog originally had three huge heads, but now only half of one head is left connected to the body, and two have completely disappeared. The neck area is left with some tattered pieces of flesh.

  "I'm late, is everyone all right? Don't worry, I've already taken care of the monsters." A man walked in through the hole smashed by the three-headed dog.

  Everyone looked at the man who appeared as if on cue and spoke in a grand, messianic tone. But he looked even more terrifying than a vampire. He was covered in dried, dark purple bloodstains, reeking of a pungent stench, with severe wounds all over his body, gasping for breath, and seemed like he could barely stand upright.

  A Sa stared blankly at the strange scene inside the tent.

  Everyone was lying or crouching on the ground, motionless, like dead frogs. There were several pale and eerie corpses among them. Most people seemed to be alive, but their facial expressions looked even more miserable than death. The ones standing were two skulls, two dark spirits, and a young man covered in blood all over his body and mouth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand what was going on, which was completely different from the plan arranged by Archbishop.

  In the archbishop's plan, those undead monsters were only supposed to come out and hurt a few guards, scare the emperor and his ministers. But as soon as he arrived here, he found that the monsters who should have been causing chaos inside were all outside, seemingly patrolling and on high alert, and they only went crazy and attacked when they saw him approaching.

  "Have you eliminated all the undead skeletons outside?" The young man looked at him and asked in surprise.

  "Really." Asa was somewhat perplexed.

  The young man with the whole body **** nodded to him, as if he still had a bit of appreciation and smiled, saying: "It seems that you are very powerful. I was busy inside and didn't notice the movement outside."

  It was roughly the state of the three-headed dog's death and the vampire's evaluation of "awesome" that filled people with hope for this newly emerged savior. Several ministers who were prostrate on the ground saw his divine attire, which was stained with blood and tattered, and suddenly shouted like a slaughtered pig: "Lord God, save us! He is an evil vampire, destroy him and save us!"

  Degar sighed and turned around, stepping on the stomach of one of the loudest beggars.

  With a splat, blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, the vampire's feet had all stepped into the minister's body, almost stepping through. However, the minister's hands and feet were still twitching wildly, still able to let out inhuman screams that no longer sounded like those of a human being.

  Dega kicked him again on the head, and he finally calmed down. The vampire said faintly: "I told you not to make noise. And I forgot to tell you, I hate it when others introduce me." He deliberately crushed the bone fragments under his feet, making the tent quiet again, and the terrifying momentum once again completely suppressed everyone, not even daring to raise the intention of struggling. The ministers and emperor who were relieved from the numbness spell on the other side did not dare to move either, like frogs under a snake's mouth.

  Vampire? Asa took a deep breath and stepped back, almost turning around to run away.

  Here is the translation:

  The only ones retrieved from the Magic Academy were a three-headed dog, four high-ranking zombies, about ten skull warriors, and two dark souls. These were taken out by Asa and Marquis in person, they absolutely did not catch any vampires, and it seemed that there weren't even such monsters in the dungeon of the Magic Academy. Even if there were, they would never dare to go catch them. Although the Church's classification method puts vampires together with skull zombies as undead creatures, in reality, this is not the case at all. Just like humans and insects are not the same thing despite being flesh and blood, these monsters were extremely excellent when they were human, and many of them were even masters of magic.

  Asa had no time to think about why this monster appeared here. Just dealing with those zombie skulls outside had already consumed most of his remaining physical strength, and the healing spells he used along the way, as well as the fireball that finally blew up the three-headed dog, had left him with very little magical power. In his own judgment, the best course of action in this situation was to turn around and escape.

  Can you really escape? It's impossible. In such a dangerous situation, although His Majesty the Emperor seems to be able to ignore it, these princes and nobles are even more unlikely to care, but there is one person who should be here and absolutely cannot be ignored.

  "Ah Sa cursed the Marquis, that busybody. He looked around nervously and finally saw Little Yi lying on the ground in the distance. Her face was still rosy, without the transparent pallor of those corpses, looking like she had just fainted."

  Asa let out a sigh of relief, but immediately got goosebumps again, because the creature that was entirely ****, looking like just a slender and delicate little man with white skin, was staring at him from head to toe with strange eyes.

  "How strange, how strange." The vampire's eyes roamed up and down Asa's body, as if he were a beautiful woman and also a perfectly healthy person. "Although you're very weak now, it can be seen that your physical quality and magical abilities should be quite good. Your figure is also okay...... Logically speaking, you should be my first subordinate...... But why do I always feel that you're so annoying?"

  "You too. I also hate you." Asa desperately used meditation to adjust his body, trying to take advantage of this nonsense to recover some physical and magical strength.

  "It's probably because you don't meet my keen aesthetic intuition." Degar concluded, lightly pointing his hand and pronouncing the death sentence on this disgusting person. "So go die."

  "You too, I'd like to kill you." Asa gritted his teeth in response. However, he wasn't angry or excited, but rather using all his might to recall various legends in his mind, trying to think of a way to harm this monster.

  Sun? It's just noon now. Cross? Even skulls and ghosts wouldn't be afraid of that thing. Garlic? Hard to imagine this everyday food can also defeat enemies, ward off evil spirits, and save lives... And where can you find it now?

  He hadn't even had time to think it through. Degar's hand waved, and the two skulls at the entrance of the tent, which had been motionless like decorations, moved. Not with the clumsy movements of ordinary skulls, but with a nimbleness that was like a monkey, jumping and pouncing on him. The two dark souls floating in the air also rushed towards him.

  These zombies and skeletons were not the inferior mass-produced goods that Vidna was casually creating in the Whispering Woods, but rather the early undead mages who spent a lot of effort to refine them into warriors. If it weren't for this, the Marquis would never have let just these few come to attack the royal hunting party.

  Asa split one skull completely with a single sword, but at the same time, another skull's rusty knife left a very long wound on his back. These monsters were not too strong and their weapons were not sharp, so the wound was not deep. Just after barely chopping up this other skull, Asa suddenly saw the vampire walking towards the still unconscious Xiao Yi on the ground.

  "What are you doing? I'm here!" Asa shouted, frantically rolling on the ground to dodge two dark spirits and charging towards the vampire.

  "I know. Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon." The vampire didn't even look at him, merely waving one hand and muttering a few monosyllabic incantations.

  With a loud crash, Asa violently slammed into the thick ice wall that had suddenly appeared in front of him, shattering it. He felt as if his bones were also shattered. He was bounced back and fell to the ground, just as two dark spirits flew over his head.

  The vampire continued to walk in that direction, and also picked up the small sword that the girl had used to pierce him earlier. He hadn't forgotten about the strange woman, who was the real danger. Although she was already unable to move, perhaps already dead, he wasn't at ease, he wanted to go over and personally behead her beautiful head, watch with his own eyes as the dangerous and strange blood flowed dry, seeping into the ground. Right, that pretty girl from earlier seemed to be her sister, no matter whether this strange physique was related by blood or not, they had to be killed together.

  A beautiful woman is lovely and wonderful, but after all, she's just a plaything, a tool. When the time comes to kill her, he won't hesitate and absolutely won't go soft.

  However, the guy who had just crashed into the ice wall and was dazed suddenly got up and stumbled towards him, not even noticing the two dark spirits chasing behind, shouting loudly as he raised his hand and stabbed a sword at him.

  Although this person was very weak, the previous blow was absolutely not light, and now even his footsteps were a bit staggering. However, this sword was extremely fierce. All of his strength and speed were concentrated in this forward thrusting sword momentum. This was actually a life-or-death struggle, a desperate final blow.

  De Ga's sneer turned into a laugh as he ignored the long sword approaching him and countered with a single stroke.

  He is not afraid of fighting to the death and even likes others to fight to the death, because he has no life to fight for, only others will lose their lives.

  Two long swords almost simultaneously pierced two chests. Degar clearly felt the opponent's sword tip passing through his body, a feeling he had experienced many times before, with a taste similar to swallowing a whole cool small fruit. In comparison, he preferred the cutting sensation transmitted from his hand into a living flesh. The person's muscles were tight, and even from the sword tip, you could feel the vibrant pulsation of that muscular body, but this pulsation was about to disappear immediately. Degar somewhat enjoyed this feeling.

  Two people collided. The sword tips both passed through the two bodies, with a short sword tip protruding from behind each one, but one had bright red blood on it, while the other remained spotless and shining.

  "Idiot." Degar looked at the person in front of him with great disdain and contempt, a lowly creature who was stupid enough to send himself to his death. But what he saw was not a face that seemed to realize it had fallen into its own trap, without any fear or desperation before death. The face, which was covered in congealed blood, was even distorted by the burning of fighting spirit.

  The man who had been run through by the long sword reached out and grabbed the vampire's neck and shoulder, his two hands so strong, firm and full of vitality that his ten fingers almost dug into his body, then violently pulled his body, reversing the positions of the two.

  At this time, two dark souls had already pounced over and were almost together with Degar who had changed his position.

  "Boom", the entire big tent was torn into fragments flying everywhere by this huge explosion from inside. More than half of the people lying on the ground were shaken out, and several who were closer were even blown up by the air flow. Over a dozen people were stunned and injured.

  Two pale, insubstantial bodies were torn apart by the fierce magical force and gusts of wind, becoming more fragile than paper scraps in an instant, losing their magical structure, and vanishing into thin air in a flash.

  Among the flakes of skin falling like rain, a sword fell to the ground with a clang. It was the long sword that had been stuck in the vampire's chest just now. The vampire was gone, without even leaving behind a single thread of its body.

  Another sword was still on Asa's chest, the tip of which was still protruding from his back. He was also blown away by that explosion and lay motionless on the ground, the expression on his face full of fighting spirit and strength had become a silent death. Finally revealed an expression that a person who was pierced through the chest with a long sword should have, and could only have.

  But he suddenly started moving slowly again. He stretched out his hand very slowly and with great effort to grab the hilt of the sword on his chest, then carefully pulled it out from his body little by little.

  The sword had passed through his body, rather than being stabbed in. It squeezed between the chest muscles, beside the heart and lungs, brushing past several major arteries, only injuring a few places of muscle on the front and back of the chest.

  Asa finally had to admit that his time spent with Sandru wasn't for nothing. Watching the old man remove human organs from bodies and put them back in like playing with toys, although he didn't have this strange interest, but being influenced by it made him very familiar with the structure of the human body. Moreover, the refinement of his meditation technique made him extremely sensitive to every part of his own body, the position and state of each muscle and organ were all very clear to him, even allowing for slight movements, which was what allowed this extremely dangerous action to succeed. As he charged forward against the sword's edge, he had already adjusted his position, allowing the sword to 'pass through' his chest.

  He held his breath, not even daring to breathe, tightly grasping the hilt and slowly pulling it outwards. The blade was right next to a major artery, and with each heartbeat, a faint mark could be left on the wall of the vessel, if this mark were any bigger or deeper, once it broke through that fragile line of defense, blood would immediately spray out like a fountain.

  Finally, he pulled the sword out of his body, and Asa let out a long sigh. His chest and back were still bleeding, but fortunately, it was only muscle damage, and now he couldn't even use the weakest healing spell. Not only that, for several days, he probably wouldn't be able to use magic at all, as the fireball from earlier had almost forced out all his internal energy.

  He still can't think of what kind of weakness vampires have up to now. But no matter where he is 'weak', it will not be 'strong' after being blown to pieces, right?

  A hissing sound came, Asa turned around to see that the vampire who should have been blown to pieces was hugging a noblewoman, and with just two mouthfuls, this nutritious product became pale and shriveled.

  "Awesome, so dangerous, so thrilling. That sudden dispersal and gathering cost me quite a bit of energy." Degar threw away the corpse and stood up, sticking out his tongue to lick the bloodstains on his mouth. His tongue was sharp and long, bright red with blood, forming a striking contrast with his pale skin. Although he kept praising his opponent, his attitude was very relaxed, and that charming smile had completely returned. "Actually, I really wanted to see what other tricks you could play... Unfortunately, your body is now like an empty, shriveled-up pouch." His bright red tongue curled up at Asa, smiling. "Isn't it?"

  "Is that...?" Asa could only acknowledge, it was indeed so. Although his physical strength and fighting spirit still had a bit left, what use were they against such a monster? He could feel his face turning pale as he glared at the creature with malice. "Damn you, can't you really be killed?"

  "Death? That's a mere word to me." The vampire slowly walked towards him, an air of superiority and smugness looking out of place on such a grotesquely disfigured creature. "But you'll be feeling it very tangibly soon..."

  On the ground over there, Kris finally came to and shouted: "That monster is afraid of my sister's blood..."

  Dega's face changed color immediately.

  Then Asa's face also changed. He changed because he saw the vampire's face changing.

  It sounds unbelievable, but the bloodthirsty monster that fears neither knives nor magic is afraid of a person's blood. However, the vampire's reaction at least proves that this is indeed the case. Asa drops a sentence: "Stupid woman, why didn't you say it earlier." He turns around and rushes to the little Yi who is lying on the ground over there.

  But the vampire was faster. He didn't use magic, nor did he have time to; he was just a wisp of smoke that flashed once and appeared right in front of Asa with a punch coming straight at him.

  Can't hide, can't let go, one let go and the vampire will have the opportunity to use magic. Asa shouted: "Get out of the way." And punched forward with a punch. All hope is on this punch, he condensed all his fighting spirit and strength into his fist.

  It wasn't a crisp, loud sound, the vampire's pale and elegant fist had shattered like a crispy apple. Asa's fist didn't lose any momentum, directly hitting his seemingly frail chest.

  The sound of a dozen or so ribs breaking at the same time echoed through the air as two figures suddenly separated, one body flying backward and crashing to the ground before rolling several times.

  De Gaulle stared blankly at his wrist, which only had a few pieces of flesh hanging on it, then lowered his head to look at his chest. His ribs were not broken, but were crushed together with the surrounding skin and flesh, leaving a huge hole in his chest that was almost pierced through by that one punch.

  He looked again at the opponent who had been knocked flying by his own knee strike, shaking his head in admiration: "You can actually use internal energy... I've never even heard of a martial artist who could use magic. You seem to be a cleric? If you could also use some more advanced white magic, even I would be a bit afraid of you." The vampire walked slowly over, grabbed Asa's clothes and lifted him up with one hand, despite being much smaller than him. "But unfortunately... that's exactly why I have to kill you..."

  But the vampire saw that this dying person was actually smiling. A bit sarcastic, a bit relaxed, as if there was even a hint of excitement. That didn't look like the expression of someone who knew they were about to die at all.

  Degar was weird, but he didn't worry about what else this guy could do. This guy had already exhausted all his magic, aura and energy, and that one full-strength knee strike could have killed a cow. The fact that he still had half his life left was a testament to how sturdy his body was. As for the others here, they were almost unable to move, and even if they could, they didn't dare to.

  Having ruled out all possible variables, he relaxed his brow and asked, "What are you smiling about?"

  "I'm laughing so hard I'm going crazy." This person is still laughing and getting more and more excited. It doesn't look like they're just laughing, it looks like they've gone mad.

  "What's wrong with you? Why do I think you're crazy?" the vampire asked.

  "I only just realized that I can actually handle you easily..." This person with a broken rib, who is having trouble speaking, is still smiling.

  The vampire smiled and asked, "So I ask you, how do you plan to deal with me?" He placed his other hand on the head of this already mad person, waiting only for the final answer before crushing his head like a watermelon.

  The man opened his mouth, but instead of answering, a large amount of blood spurted out.

  Blood sprayed from his mouth and lungs with great force, turning into a mist. As he spat, the man deliberately turned his neck. Blood splattered Degar's head, face, and body. Then an unparalleled scream immediately came out of Degar's mouth.

  The vampire's originally small and delicate mouth was now wide open, splitting all the way to his ears, as if it wasn't opened this wide, it wouldn't be enough to let out such a scream. The ears, nose, and eyes of Asa in front of him immediately started bleeding from the shock of this sharp cry. This sound seemed like it could pierce through people directly. Everyone on the ground who was bound by the slowing spell used all their strength to lift their hands to cover their ears.

  However, Degar's scream only lasted for half a second before it was cut off. He dropped Asa and stumbled to pick up the sword on the ground, but as soon as his hand stretched out, it broke off immediately, and the blood that splashed onto his hand had completely corroded and rotted the limb there.

  He could no longer make any sound, his face and throat had completely become a pot of boiling thick porridge. The blood was not only corroding on the surface, but also trying to drill into his body, biting it rotten from the inside. His neck was almost corroded to the point of breaking, and his deformed head was hanging down to his shoulders. The slender white body that had been there just now had become twisted and limp like those rotting zombies that could hardly hold their shape, and was still rapidly collapsing.

  He finally fell, seemingly wanting to squirm one last time, but unable to control even the slightest movement. However, in the blink of an eye, this monster turned into a soft, mushy mess like rotten strawberries, transforming into a puddle of rot. Then this heap of something that couldn't be any more rotten continued to wither away, shrinking into a pile of dust, and then completely collapsed, disappearing into thin air.

  It wasn't until after a good while had passed that people finally believed the monster was truly dead.

  Everyone who had fallen to the ground got up, the spellcasters were dead, and the dulling spells that had been cast on them were finally lifted. The tent immediately erupted into chaos, with people crying out, screaming, shouting for the guards to come, and more gathering around the Emperor to protect him.

  Asa lay on the ground, listening to the commotion around him. He wanted to move closer to Xiao Yi's side, but he didn't even have the strength to sit up. Healing magic couldn't be used, his injuries were too severe, and his consciousness was starting to blur... Suddenly, footsteps approached, it seemed someone had finally come to attend to him.

  However, as this person approached and poked him with his finger, he happened to poke the wound, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

  "Oh, you're still alive. I thought you were dead." A somewhat wolf-like but still beautiful and elegant face leaned in, surprisingly it was Chris.

  "Ah Sa said with great effort: 'You fool, why didn't you say so earlier. If I had known he couldn't stand your sister's blood, I would have known how to deal with him long ago.'"

  "Who are you calling an idiot?" Chris poked him again, making him yelp. "In such a terrifying scene, I'm the only one who can still remember to remind you that this is already quite impressive? That monster almost bit me just now, look here, I almost died." She pointed at her neck as if showing off her badge of honor, with two shallow blood marks on her white skin. "I can remain fearless in the face of danger, but look at everyone else, aren't they all scared stupid? Without my reminder, we'd all be dead for sure. Am I not impressive?"

  "Alright, you're great." Asa nodded with difficulty. "How's your sister? Is she okay?"

  "He's still unconscious, but better than you, at least there's no danger to his life."

  "That's good....." Ah Sa finally fainted.