Under Cheng Han's watchful eye, the Evil Monsters began a massacre.
Evil Monsters devoured their prey in many different ways.
Some Evil Monsters sprouted Tentacles all over their bodies and dragged Vampires into their mouths, just like the Great Evil Monster had devoured Ma Ding.
Others imitated Ma Ding's Blood Transformation Art, turning into a cloud of Black Mist that enveloped their prey. Then they transformed back into four-legged beasts, and the Vampires simply vanished without a trace.
Still others attacked Vampires like real beasts, yet never actually touched their prey.
Each time an Evil Monster bit down through the air, a large chunk of a Vampire's body would disappear out of nowhere. It was bizarre to the extreme.
Conversely,
No matter how the villagers attacked the Evil Monsters, even if they cut off their heads, the monsters would swiftly recover as if nothing had happened.
Naturally,
The villagers quickly broke down.
Just one minute later,
The slaughter was nearing its end.
Including the Elder, the vast majority of the villagers had been devoured by the Evil Monsters. From beginning to end, they had put up no meaningful resistance.
Only a tiny number of villagers had run fast enough to narrowly save their lives.
The Evil Monsters chased them for a while before giving up.
They scattered through the ruins, sniffing here and there as they began searching the wreckage for food.
Cheng Han watched as one Evil Monster seemed to find something to eat. It stretched its body into the shape of a snake and burrowed forcefully into the ruins.
Sensing their auras, he murmured, "They really are too alike."
Simply by watching the Evil Monsters, he could sense their intense craving for food.
The purest, most primal desire to feed.
Nothing else mattered.
This peculiar trait made him