The vampires who had only just climbed back to their feet inside the castle were knocked down again.
And they had only been struck by the aftershock of that overwhelming presence.
Only Fang Cheng was facing it head-on.
His hair stood on end in the wind, and his clothes fluttered despite the still air.
Though only Ophi had charged at him, Fang Cheng felt as if he were facing an army of thousands.
Her presence was as terrifying as a sea raising towering waves, or a legion surging forward like a flood. The air itself seemed to carry the clangor of battle.
War brought slaughter, and slaughter meant blood. That was why Ophi rode a red horse and spread death and famine. She ranked second among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, stronger than Death Knight Death.
Since she had come at him, Fang Cheng returned the favor. He released his own presence, and his eyes flashed.
Two blazing Solar Rays shot toward her.
Ophi raised an arm. Countless tiny motes of light gathered in her palm, forming a Knight Blade.
She gripped the hilt and swung downward, striking the Solar Rays with the blade.
A bright burst of fire erupted where the blade met the rays, and they were sliced apart, scattering like fireworks.
Ophi moved as fast as lightning, a streak of red light. In an instant, she was in front of Fang Cheng, swinging her blade at his neck.
At that critical moment, Fang Cheng saw the data above her head.
Name: Ophi Level: 135 Gender: Female Species: God-Made Object Affection: -100
She was a full ten levels higher than Death Knight Death. No wonder she ranked second among the Apocalypse Knights.
The thought had barely crossed Fang Cheng's mind when Ophi's Knight Blade came