Duel at Dusk

The Elf Knight's Martial Soul was not an elf, but simply a Spirit of Elements—a wind spirit. For Martial Souls with elemental attributes, the difference between having a spirit and lacking one was somewhat like the difference between Beast Martial Souls and Tool Martial Souls.

He held a sword in his hand. It was neither a Martial Soul nor a spirit ability, but a Battle Armor Weapon. That was often the hallmark of Three-Word Battle Armor.

Weapons were more complex to craft than other components. They required painstaking refinement and personal nurturing. Therefore, until Battle Armor Masters were confident they could create a weapon capable of harming a Title Douluo, they would not easily expend vast resources and effort to forge their own Battle Armor Weapon.

Likewise, every Battle Armor Weapon possessed tremendous destructive power.

The Elf Knight, Yu Feng, hovered in the air, looking down at them impassively.

The Elf Knight was a rank 93 Title Douluo, while Ling Lixuan was merely a rank 71 Soul Sage. Normally speaking, the gap between them was indeed rather great.

But Ling Lixuan was not alone.

Among the fifty-odd Two-Word Battle Armor Masters beside him were Soul Douluos and even Title Douluos.

A gap in quality could be made up for by a gap in numbers, provided the difference in quality was not too great.

Just as Ling Lixuan was thinking this, countless black dots suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

Using his Purple Demon Eyes to look into the distance, Ling Lixuan clearly made out thousands of vampires rushing toward them, swept along by the wind.

He saw the Elf Knight open his mouth and say something.

Though he could not hear him and did not understand lip-reading, he could more or less guess that the man was inciting the vampires—saying