"Misica!" another female vampire dressed in a light pink veil noticed that something was wrong, and let out a high-pitched, high-pitched hiss that sped through the air to support her companions.

She almost took out the maximum sprint speed, and her body swept over the crowd with the spread of the bat's wings, and burst into a sonic boom when the fighter jet flew at low altitude, and almost all the villagers within a radius of five meters were blown away by the wind that swept over.

However, at the same time, in the direction of her advance, a figure suddenly jumped high, raising her hand to support the sky, bringing a majestic momentum, as if she was about to break through the blue sky with her hand at once, and the bats above the figure were all squeezed into flesh and blood under the influence of this majestic force, as if they had been run over by a truck.

With this leap, the sky did not break, but the power seemed to be reversed, blessed on the man's arms, and pressed down on the female vampire flying at full speed with the majesty of Mount Tai.

With a "boom", the man's hands fell from the sky and imprinted on the wings behind her back, and the female vampire was like a wrecked plane to the ground, and her whole body was deeply slammed into the ground.

Half of the gravel is red and hot, half of it is frozen like a cone, and it shoots densely towards the surrounding crowd, five or six villagers who bear the brunt of it fall in a pool of blood on the spot, and the rest of the villagers cry and run around, and the dense and chaotic crowd is suddenly empty.

"It's you who hurt Akado!" In the smoke and dust, the female vampire was still not dead, still howling wildly, but her image at this time was really no different from the "ghost".

One of her bats was covered in ice, and at the same time, it had mostly cracked like fragile glass under the ferocious impact, so that one side of the batwing hung on her back like a charred broken umbrella, and her whole body was like being run over by a train, a look that would daunt even the top cadaver cosmetic surgeon who restores the corpse of a traffic accident.

Although the wounds all over her body, except for the frozen and charred batwings, were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the shock in her heart was beyond measure.

Just last night, Her Royal Highness Princess Arcado, who had been playing in her own wilderness as usual, returned to the castle with a terrible scar, and she had lost not to mention two loyal werewolf guards, and a quarter of her own blood, and even one of her blood teeth!

Vampire's injuries are nothing, as long as they still have blood, no matter how strict their injuries are, they will continue to recover, although the injuries caused by ordinary silver and holy water are much troublesome, but they are definitely not a touch of death, and even lower than the threat of iron and sulfuric acid to ordinary people. Unless it is a holy weapon blessed by the Holy See and holy water of high purity.

And it doesn't matter if you lose a lot of blood. Even if the whole body is bloody. Vampires will only sleep as dry corpses for the time being. Exposure to a sufficient amount of blood can heal you.

But losing a bloody tooth is different. The four blood teeth of the vampire land condensed most of their strength. Losing any of them means that their vitality is greatly damaged. It would take decades or even hundreds of years of cultivation before it could grow again. Unless more advanced vampires. Only then can the origin blood be coagulated into blood crystals. As long as the blood crystals are there. No matter where the body is damaged. The vast majority of Origin Blood Energy is still guaranteed to be lost.

And that's not all. Princess Acatore still has frozen and fiery scars on her body. Checked. Those were the result of extremely pure earth-based fire and ice-type elemental magic. Therefore, in order to recover, the blood consumption of the ground must also be doubled.

When did Transylvasia come to such a tricky place, but Accardo refused to reveal the slightest hint of the story. This delicate princess who was spoiled by her father. Forcing them to open the seal for a long time, "that thing". A massive blood sacrifice is to be launched. Use the power of the blood sacrifice to restore fù and increase her power.

Although they knew that "that thing" could not be used lightly. But Accator threatened. Father woke up again, and the day was almost coming. Once he woke up, he found himself miserable......

So they had to do it. They know it very well. Although the three of them are the brides of the master's land. But in the mind of the master, the status is not only inferior to that of the one who rests in the ice coffin. I'm afraid it's not as good as even a finger of Acador.

"It's all caused by this guy...... He must die ......" With such resentment, she desperately launched a crazy attack on the oriental man in front of her.

What is the sharpest and most convenient weapon of a vampire? Not a sharp sword, nor a gun with great lethality, but blood! Under the manipulation of her mind, the blood around her turned into sharp blood arrows, and they shot at the man in dense bursts, like thousands of arrows in unison.

But with a wave of his hand, the man scattered the blood arrows in the sky, and even if the blood arrows hit his body, they were like waves hitting a solid rock, and they turned into scattered blood flowers in a bang!

Her attack was ineffective, but the additional damage of the fire and ice that was stirred by each attack on the man's left and right arms posed a huge threat to her, and in less than two seconds, her right arm and right chest had turned into charcoal, and although the ice caused her much less lethality, it still made her muscles stiff and her bones brittle, so that her right forearm was quickly frozen and shattered.

"Is this a fighting spirit? But how can a fighting spirit carry a magical element?" With such a question, her wings had not yet recovered and she could not fly, so she could only temporarily rely on her recovery strength to support herself, protect her mind and heart, and at the same time use the bats that were accused to cover herself and interfere with the other party. As long as her own blood was not exhausted, it would still be difficult for an opponent without silver and holy water to kill her in one blow, and feeling the bitter battle faced by the two of them, another figure in a white light veil had already flown out of the bat cloud in the air and rushed towards the ground......

"If you're running out of skills, you might as well let me prove something!" The man seemed to have seen through her intention to stall for time, reached into his arms, and miraculously pulled out an oriental-like spear with a length of more than three meters from his bosom.

Although she sensed that the spear was not silver, nor was it a blessed artifact, she still felt an aura that was extremely terrifying, and that was so dangerous to her life.

"Acador, there's already so much blood, isn't that enough to activate?" she shouted to the sky in spite of the shadow of death.

"Enough is enough...... But Arilah, if you don't say it, I thought you wanted to have more!" came a sweet response from the depths of the bats, but the words were faintly cold, like honey mixed with ice.

With this female voice that Wang Zongchao felt familiar, countless manas and runes were slowly climbing into the sky, forming a beautiful and terrifying magic circle. In this way, a huge mandala flower slowly bloomed in the sky, and the petals and leaves composed of runes and mana extended into the clouds and into the sky, dyeing the sky a demonic red.

Immediately afterward, layers of flowers and leaves, accompanied by bursts of evil cries like yin wind and ghostly fire, fell from the sky, enveloping and encompassing the entire city of Transylvasia.

In an instant, all the colors in front of me were gone, and only one color remained—red!

The bloody breath in the air suddenly became a hundred times heavier, it was not something that the sense of smell could perceive, the smell of blood was enveloping every inch of your body, and it was still desperately drilling into your internal organs and bone marrow. It's like you're immersed in an endless ocean of blood.

And as the dark red sky fell, Wang Zongchao's body stiffened, and the shot that was originally a must-kill shot suddenly allowed the female vampire Arila to avoid the vital point of the heart, and only pierced her left shoulder.

"It's not my body that is bound, it's my blood that is bound!" Wang Zongchao's excellent sense of the body discovered this for the first time, because the blood was bound by the mysterious power, the blood vessels in his body formed a somewhat rigid net, so that his movements were restricted.

He immediately mobilized his internal force to form a layer of protective true qi on the surface of his body, and this feeling suddenly slowed down greatly.

However, he was not attacked by Arila's robbery, and the spear "Lonely" stabbed the female vampire in the body, causing her to let out a heart-rending scream, and flew away, tearing off her left shoulder and left arm as she fled.

Just because he's okay doesn't mean everyone else is okay.

Many villagers turned into stiff puppets and fell to the ground in an instant, and the most terrifying thing was the injured villagers, a scarlet blood spurted into the air from their wounds, and those villagers who were already seriously injured and lost a lot of blood turned into dry corpses in an instant!

And a large number of bats also fell from the sky like a torrential rain, and the shackles against blood were just as effective against them, they were still living creatures after all.

The bats fell, and the sky cleared, but under the canopy, the whole sky looked as red as blood, and the sunlight couldn't shine in at all.

At the top of the egg-shaped canopy, a blood-red cloak that was constantly tumbling and fluctuating was spread on it, but the cloak was not woven from any cloth, and there was only one material that could compose the cloak -- blood! Like mountains and seas, there was an infinite amount of blood! Wang Zongchao saw the blood-red cloak at a glance, as if he saw a boundless sea composed of blood, and the scarlet sea tide of landslides and tsunamis was enveloping him with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"The Crimson Domain, the bloody cloak, is actually the bloody cloak of the Four Great Sacred Weapons of the Blood Clan......," Van Helsing, who was teaming up with Zheng Zhe and was about to take down a vampire bride, let out a roar of indescribable despair in anxiety.

All the torrents of blood that had gathered in the sky gathered on the cloak, and there was the vampire girl Acador who had been repelled by them.

Although she looked like a small dot at an altitude of seven or eight hundred meters, Wang Zongchao still saw clearly with the super vision of the sun and moon pupils that she was already wet in the sea of blood, and from the ** shrouded in light yarn that she exposed on the blood, she was actually half-naked, and the blood slid between her soft white and delicate skin like mutton fat jade and the light yarn, she held the blood with her slender hands, twisted her flexible waist like a snake, and smeared the demonic elixir on the elegant neck, the towering snow hills, and the red ridge Shuangmei......

Her beautiful face was shining with a stunning red light, her expression was mixed with the pleasure of beauty and passion, the purity of the angel and the debauchery of the witch appeared on her face at the same time, and a drop of blood on her cheek added a third of lewd temptation.

"What a luxurious bath banquet...... Wang Zongchao flashed an inexplicable sigh in his heart, but he didn't have much time to think about it, because as a graceful figure dressed in a silver-white light veil and spreading its bat wings rushed over, a pitch-black aura enveloped him with mysterious spell syllables, and in just a moment, his body was already several times heavier.