West, Castle of Holy Blood.
There were three figures battling in the sky, one of which had a wolf's head with fangs as long as daggers.
Another had wings like a bat's.
Opposite them was a ghost soldier with fiery red hair and a green face with sharp fangs.
Thud!
Suddenly, the ghost soldier thrust a spear through the chest of the wolf-headed figure.
"Ergh..."
The wolf-headed figure died in disbelief, with endless regret, as his body fell heavily to the ground.
"Haha, truly a master, I am convinced, White Emperor Sect indeed has an endless stream of talents! Exhilarating, haha! Exhilarating!" The King of Holy Blood, speaking in Mandarin, slowly descended to the ground, his body covered with countless wounds, blackish-brown blood oozing out continuously.
Vampires have tenacious vitality; had it not been for that, he probably would have died like the Duke of Wolf Castle moments ago.
Even having escaped death, he no longer had any strength to resist.
