One of the vampires was smashed until it vomited blood and fainted, with the other disappearing in a blink the moment it touched the ground, emerging overhead. With its bat wings spread out, it hovered mid-air and once again swooped down on him.
Fortunately, Cold Night was faster and stronger than the attacker. With a swift claw movement, he accurately grabbed the incoming vampire by the neck. Pushing it underneath him, his claws clawed and blood kept splattering onto him. The vampire beneath him quickly weakened.
However, just as Cold Night was about to deliver the final blow, the nearly dead vampire disappeared again.
"Tsk!"
Cold Night muttered a curse. The most annoying thing about vampires was their varied and flashy abilities. Even with extensive preparation, it was hard to cover all bases.
Having driven away the two vampires that were attacking him, Cold Night finally had time to look at the battlefield, only to find that the situation was far from encouraging.
