A punch landed on the vampire's chest.
"Thud," it sounded, as if hitting iron, immovable.
The burly vampire just sneered coldly.
He wasn't unable to dodge; a move of that speed posed no threat of a sneak attack at his tier.
His not killing immediately was just a minor amusement in combat.
The vampire's feet flexed, easily snapping the vines bound around his legs, and at the same time, he swung a hand-chop toward David who was still hanging midair, taken aback.
But an unexpected scene occurred.
Despite David's desperate attempt to dodge, the hand-chop still grazed his face.
Just as he was about to be ruthlessly slain, suddenly, he felt his body being yanked by a mysterious force.
It was this pulling force that allowed David to narrowly escape the lethal hand-chop.
The burly vampire was momentarily surprised but quickly realized what had happened, turning his gaze toward Leonard Churchill who had reached out with one hand.
