Under the blood-red sky, even the air carried a hint of the bloody smell.
All vampire warriors simultaneously sensed the changes within their bodies.
Power surged through their limbs, wounds healed at a visibly rapid rate, and even their awareness of [Blood Manipulation] became unprecedentedly keen.
What thrilled them even more was the inexhaustible blood permeating the air, as if the entire world had transformed into their source of power.
A Blood Race Viscount, who had been fleeing moments ago, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He raised his hand to grip the air, and the surrounding blood-colored mist instantly condensed into a dark red spear, pointing towards the Church Werewolf that had been relentlessly pursuing him, revealing a cruel smile.
The actual strength between both sides was not vastly different, but swept into a state of defeat, he had previously been forced to flee helplessly from this werewolf.
