"What was that?"
Yuan Shan clearly hadn't expected another twist. Seeing this, she couldn't help feeling secretly alarmed.
"It's not a vampire, and it's not Brother Bu."
"It's something else entirely—and there's more than one."
Fu Qian examined his hand. After the thing had been crushed, it hadn't left a trace.
If not for its violent struggle, one might have suspected it was an illusion.
"It seems the change in these things has established some kind of connection."
The next moment, he pointed at the blood-red full moon overhead.
More than one...
Yuan Shan gritted her teeth. Looking at the group of people writhing on the ground, she made up her mind.
In an instant, the restraints binding them all vanished.
She was decisive, all right.
She had simply given up suppressing them, so the hostages wouldn't hamper her movements and she could give her full attention to whatever came next.
But the sight sent Grantham into a panic.
He had been watching his fallen subordinates. In her fury, Yuan Shan hadn't held back much when she struck.
The poor vampire had been smashed into the ground, his bones broken and flesh torn.
Yet in the blink of an eye, clusters of crooked, hard horns sprouted from his wounds, crisscrossing in every direction.
Even he had never seen anything this bizarre.
Unfortunately, before he could take a closer look, Yuan Shan had already released her restraints.
Freed from their bonds, the people on the ground immediately went several times more berserk than before.
Without a word, Grantham charged forward.
At the same time, phantom bats spread out from his body, attaching themselves to everyone trying to get up.
The bats vanished almost at once, but the strange suppressive force they left behind made the people's joints stiff as rusted hinges,