"----"
The world seemed to wail, sending its silent screams into Luo Zhen's ears.
Carrying terrifying power, the wings that had fully condensed magical energy into physical form came down on Luo Zhen without mercy, like cleavers.
Their magical energy formed a storm that blasted away the surrounding earth.
Their power turned into pressure that crushed the surrounding air.
That was the might possessed by the wings descending directly upon Luo Zhen.
Compared to this, the Beast Vassals Zaharias controlled were nothing more than empty shells possessing only strength. They were utterly insignificant.
That was only natural.
Standing before Luo Zhen was neither Nagisa, who could use only a small amount of shamanic power, nor Zaharias, whose abilities could not keep up with the power he had usurped. She was the genuine, true Fourth True Ancestor—the world's strongest vampire.
Now, this Vampire True Ancestor had recovered the magical power of her vessels, obtained power surpassing the Dragon Veins, condensed that power into wings, and unleashed this strike.
This was the power worthy of the name True Ancestor.
This was the ability of the world's strongest demon.
Luo Zhen understood it almost instinctively.
"Perhaps only a god could block a strike like that?"
It might have been an exaggeration, but the despair brought by that strike had indeed given Luo Zhen that impression.
Fortunately...
"There has always been a god protecting me."
Therefore, Luo Zhen felt no fear at all.
"Whoosh!"
Amid the roar of the wind, the black coat on Luo Zhen's body suddenly billowed.
If the Primordial's wings were blades, then the Golden Crow Coat was a shield.
A shield that could never be broken.
The hem of the coat swept upward, transforming into a black cloak that protected Luo Zhen from behind while also meeting the descending attack.