The fishing rod wrapped around the black spear pierced through the vampire's chest, and when it reached the heart, Zheng Yichen felt a subtle feedback as if piercing a water balloon; the bubble burst, and blood gushed from the wound.
Just as with the previous vampire, Zheng Yichen directly extracted one-tenth of the blood, feeling somewhat regretful; he really wanted to drain it all.
Stretching his neck, Zheng Yichen looked at the others; some had left behind a vampire, some had only injured the swift-moving monsters, while also sustaining some injuries themselves.
These vampires weren't so easy to deal with; their speed was too fast. Zheng Yichen, relying on the strength of his bulletproof vest, was unharmed, but it was different for the Hunter-Demons; their armor could reduce some damage, but the vampire's sharp claws could still penetrate it.
This was under the premise that Zheng Yichen was here. Without Zheng Yichen, they would've faced even more vampire attacks at once.
