Wherever moonlight shone, the Countess who summoned the Red Moon would be everywhere.
Yet only a very small number of people had ever personally faced the moonlight of the Countess who summoned the Red Moon, and even fewer had escaped alive. As a result, no one had ever been able to say for sure what abilities that most ancient Vampire possessed, nor did anyone know what her true fighting style was like—the Others and Demon Hunters could only infer the strength of this Ancient One from the vague descriptions left behind by their predecessors.
Under the red moonlight, the life of everything was rapidly draining away. Even things without life began to wither. The plants in Hao Ren's field of vision withered and collapsed one after another, while the bare soil was stained with a layer of lifeless black. A faint sound, almost impossible to distinguish, echoed through the moonlight, making it dizzying and impossible to concentrate. The flapping of wings came from the woods to the west. The birds that had already returned to their nests had been disturbed by the red moonlight, and Hao Ren saw a flock of sparrows fly out of the woods, only to drop to the ground in waves. The sight sent a chill through him.
Once the moonlight had enveloped the earth, Vivian's red-haired figure finally appeared as well. She emerged from the moonlight, flickering from beam to beam, so elusive that no one could track her. She growled in a low voice and attacked everyone at the scene without any pattern, each strike appearing out of nowhere. Nangong Sanba and Nangong Wudi raised their hand crossbows and fired repeatedly. The bowstrings boomed without pause, and the silver-white bolts intertwined in the air to form a crisscrossing web of light. Yet every shot