Duke Brad once again hovered in midair, a blood mist condensed into a crimson cloak, casting a shadow on the stone platform.
"Struggle, tremble!"
"You can never escape your destined fate."
Under the Duke's command, Alger launched a stormy assault on Mezulash.
Countless rats and bats surged from the darkness, tireless. Shadows with tentacle-like limbs emerged from the ground, the air filled with chaotic blood mist.
"Damn vampires..."
Mezulash casually picked up a longsword from the ground, repelling the attacking bats and rats with a blood-colored sword light. The Guardian Aurora around him flickered, blocking the tentacles and blood mist.
Under Duke Brad's control, he couldn't even get close to those Derivatives, being forced near the passage, watching helplessly as the vampires prepared for another ascension absorption.
Just when Mezulash was struggling to cope, there was someone sneaking around the edge of the battlefield.
—It was Mantou.
