"How could this be...!?"
The female vampire was left dumbfounded when Luo Zhen effortlessly blocked her familiar's attack, preventing it from touching them at all.
A vampire's familiar was an astonishing force in battle. Even the weakest could rival a tank or an armed helicopter, making vampires the strongest beings among the demon races. The vampire Progenitors had consequently become one of only three demon races in the world capable of establishing their own empires. From this, it was clear that the power of a familiar was far beyond what humans could match.
The female vampire was naturally no Progenitor, but neither was she one of the young-generation vampires who could only command the weakest familiars. Although she had not lived long by vampire standards, making it somewhat debatable whether she could be called part of the Old Generation, she was still a genuine vampire noble—a pure-blooded vampire descended from a Progenitor. A full-power attack from her familiar could incinerate not only humans but even an entire building in an instant. Yet now, it had been effortlessly stopped by an invisible barrier. Even though the female vampire had already regarded Luo Zhen as a mortal enemy, she still had not expected this.
Of course, that was not the only thing the female vampire had failed to anticipate.
"----Tadyatha Anhi----"
Luo Zhen suddenly began chanting an incantation.
It was the spell of Varuna, the ruler of water in ancient Indian Vedic mythology and one of the Twelve Devas—Water God Technique.
Luo Zhen chanted the incantation casually, causing the magical power around him to transform into spell power, then into Water Qi, forming a surging current of water.
"Boom!"
The current of water that had coiled around Luo Zhen suddenly blasted forward, colliding with the incoming jet of flame and erupting with