He was still okay compared to others.
Maxim nearby had lost his stalwart nature, his face pale as he covered his mouth and rushed behind a tree.
Lady Adel also had a look of distressed beauty, clutching her chest wretchedly, and needed to rest for dozens of minutes before she could recover her combat power.
"We have five and a half hours until the sun sets. We will set out at dusk."
Murphy waved his hand to the eight vampires behind him and said:
"You are free to rest now. All the vampires near Bataxin have gathered here, and from this distance, I can sense that at least 70 of our brethren are in deep slumber. There are also a few unfamiliar scents not of Blood Vulture clan."
He tossed the remaining vampiric killer sword oil from the last battle to Lady Adel and Maxim, loaded arrows soaked in Daylight Potion into the crossbow of the miser, and finally tapped on the demon sword at his waist.
Count Cardman tugged at his crimson cloak and said in a low voice:
