One by one, the vampire requiems were loaded into the gun chambers, and the battle within the mountains' preferred terrain allowed Old Qu, the witch hunter, to shoot more accurately and lethally. Any vampire that hesitated for even a moment in the air would be met with a bullet to the head.
What was wonderful was that even under these chaotic circumstances, Yan Song maintained high-intensity operation of the reconnaissance magic within the safe zone. This was essentially like having a "personal radar" to detect enemy movements for the attackers.
It was as if they had turned on wall-hacking cheats, leaving the vampires no chance to escape under the cover of night.
The battle was chaotic and urgent.
Just a few minutes later, the last vampire who could still move took a psychic lightning from Stick Brother and was struck in the chest by his war halberd. Amid the grating sound of her sternum shattering, she spat blood and fell to the ground.
She still wanted to struggle.
