The little monk Spirit Cultivator snapped his fingers, and slowly the vortex halfway up the mountain sealed shut.
Count Anthony's face turned deathly pale as he swept his eyes over Chen Feng and his group without finding any trace of his son.
"Three half-step Great Grandmasters and one Great Grandmaster, tsk tsk, have you come to raise an army and seek justice?"
Chen Feng spoke with a smile, but the killing intent around him rose intensely.
Many martial artists inexplicably felt a chill.
At that moment, an elder behind Anthony took out a bottle holding a drop of dull essence blood that floated up slowly.
The essence blood twinkled in mid-air a few times before it seemed to lose the last of its strength and shattered.
"It was you!"
"You killed my disciple!"
Then, with a powerful aura erupting, an aged figure walked out from behind Anthony, his face deathly pale with two fangs at the corners of his mouth and his pupils tinged with red.
Clearly, he was also a vampire!
