No One Is Allowed to Leave

Inside the castle, those vampires who had only just climbed up from the ground were suppressed and forced back down once again.

They were merely enduring the aftershocks of this aura.

Only Fang Cheng was facing it head-on.

His hair stood on end from the pressure, and his clothes fluttered despite the lack of wind.

Even though only Ophi had charged at him, Fang Cheng felt as if he were facing a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

Her aura was as terrifying as a sea whipped into giant waves, or a legion charging in a torrential flood; the air was thick with the scent of clashing steel and war.

War represents slaughter, and slaughter is blood; thus, Ophi rode a red horse, spreading death and famine. She ranked second among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, stronger even than the Death Knight, Death.

Courtesy demands reciprocity, so Fang Cheng unleashed his own aura while his eyes lit up.

Two scorching Solar Rays blasted toward her.

Ophi raised her arm high, and a vast amount of minute light particles converged in her palm, forming a Knight Blade.

She gripped the hilt and swung downward, the blade slicing into the Solar Rays.

The rays erupted into a bright flare of fire upon the blade's edge, scattered like fireworks.

Ophi's speed was as fast as lightning; like a streak of red light, she arrived before Fang Cheng in an instant and swung her blade at his neck.

In this split second of extreme danger, Fang Cheng saw the data above her head.

Name: Ophi Level: 135 Gender: Female Species: God-Made Object Favorability: -100

She was a full 10 levels higher than the Death Knight; she was truly worthy of being the second-ranked Apocalypse Knight.

Before the thought had even finished