"We got them! Let's move too! Kill our way in!"
Donnie roared and controlled the smaller Arcee to charge in first, instantly killing several Ha-Ghost Clan members who were still completely clueless. Even though Arcee was the smallest, her strength was still astonishing. These ordinary Ha-Ghost Clan members were as fragile as lambs before her.
Blade bared his teeth with a somewhat savage expression. With a gun in one hand and a blade drawn in the other, he charged inside at terrifying speed, far surpassing that of an ordinary human. Old Bartender stayed at the rear, vigilantly scanning his surroundings, his eyes filled with barely concealed excitement and satisfaction.
All three of them had grudges against Vampires, and all three had grudges against Deacon. This was the perfect chance for revenge!
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"
"Enemies have broken in! Grab your weapons!"
The remaining Ha-Ghost Clan members and the Vampires fortunate enough not to be directly hit by the ultraviolet light cried out in terror and scrambled for weapons. Some cowardly ones simply found secluded corners, lay down, and played dead.
Many of them were still dazed. They had been drinking and dancing just moments ago, but in an instant, countless ultraviolet rays had suddenly appeared throughout the club, killing many Vampires immediately for no apparent reason.
Someone had invaded. Powerful enemies had invaded. Only those few formidable enemies would dare strike Deacon's club so viciously.
One Vampire went half-mad, triggering the alarm and grabbing a weapon before spraying bullets wildly. Many Ha-Ghost Clan members were accidentally wounded by him.
Arcee transformed two machine guns and fired madly, like a war machine. Countless small fry were gunned down, turning the club into a slaughterhouse.
"Who is it? Could the Daywalker be here? How did he find