Smack!
The Vampire's head was smashed like a watermelon, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.
Rayne withdrew his warhammer and stepped back. Then he held it sideways and thrust it forward, just in time to block the second Vampire's claws.
This Vampire was female, with lovely features and only a thin veil draped over her body, leaving her private areas faintly visible. Her claws scraped against the hammer haft, throwing off sparks. Seeing that her ambush had failed, she slid her claws down the handle, intending to cut off Rayne's hand.
Her claws sliced across his skin, leaving only a few pale marks without drawing even a drop of blood.
The female Vampire stared in disbelief, her body even pausing for a moment.
As a Vampire, she knew perfectly well how sharp her Reaping Claws were.
This was a Vampire's signature ability, their strongest close-range attack, comparable to an Enchanted Weapon. Even if an Iron Guard activated Stone Skin, it could easily cut through their flesh. It had harvested countless lives.
Yet when they struck this man's hand, they could not even break his skin.
Taking advantage of the female Vampire's distraction, Rayne took a large step forward and slammed directly into her, knocking her back into the hall while firmly guarding the passage exit.
Inside the hall, the Advanced Tier Vampire had long lost his earlier composure. He only wanted to escape.
The Advanced Tier Vampire was as fast as lightning. His body turned into a cloud of black mist as he tried to flee toward Rayne.
Silver dust was mixed into the black mist, making him glaringly conspicuous and leaving him nowhere to hide.
Roger formed a hand seal with his left hand. A wave of invisible frost power erupted from it like thunder striking level ground, spreading