Despite having the Tempest in hand, Saniel saw that there were comrades all around him within the area of effect. Ultimately, he decided to keep the weapon strapped to his back as he flickered toward Qianye and launched a sword-strike.

As the inheritor of a top vampire bloodline and a true expert, he sported an intricately crafted sword as his weapon. The duke managed to find a gap through East Peak’s airtight assault and tore open a wound on the target.

Saniel was shaken as the armor split open and the criss-cross of wounds on Qianye’s body came into view, many of which hadn’t fully healed.

Qianye ignored the slash entirely, almost as though he knew not what pain was. If anything, bathing in blood was more like a release for him.

Qianye erupted in a long howl which echoed into the sky and seemingly pierced through the nine heavens.

Even though Saniel felt that the pressure was still bearable, he still found the pure heat of Venus Dawn extremely irritating. This caused him to reflexively narrowed his eyes in a bid to shield himself from the daybreak sun that was Qianye.

At that split second, Saniel immediately realized that he had...