The vampire transformed from this bat had pale skin, with red blood flowing from its eyes like tear tracks.
His hair still retained the style of a medieval European aristocrat, which suggested that this vampire had lived for at least several centuries.
Perhaps in the past, he had even fed Cthulhu in the sea during the triangular trade.
His attire looked extremely elaborate, exuding both nobility and a chilling aura.
His cape was dual-toned—black on the outside and red on the inside. Surely, quite a few people had already told him that black absorbs sunlight much more easily.
"It's two against one now, Hua Xinglan. Prepare to meet your end!"
"Oh, really? Are you so certain you've got me cornered?"
As soon as Hua Xinglan said this, Long Xingyu's pupils shrank sharply as realization dawned on him.
Before he could turn around, a large, pale hand with long, sharp nails directly pierced his lungs.
"Why... why would you..." Long Xingyu asked in resentment.
"Because she offered a better price."
The vampire gave him a gentle push, and Long Xingyu fell into the pool of blood below. Splash!
Where he landed, numerous small bubbles bubbled up, eventually gathering together to form a layer of blood froth on the surface of the pool.
"Is he dead?" Hua Xinglan asked the vampire, frowning.
"Definitely dead. I crushed his lungs, and his heart was injected with the Specter blood poison. He's in a guaranteed fatal situation."
Chapter 333