The once-delicate girl instantly transformed into a purple demon standing two and a half meters tall, her body packed with knotted muscles and sharp horns growing from her head.
Pale purple smoke drifted from her huge, serrated mouth. She threw back her head, then spewed a stream of purple flame at Count Dracula.
Apparently familiar with this form of hers, Count Dracula raised his left hand. A shield spell somewhat resembling Doctor Strange's Ring of Gragador appeared out of thin air, blocking Xiakala's fiery breath without yielding an inch.
"Revert your transformation now, and I'll still acknowledge you as my wife." The progenitor of vampires stood fearless.
Xiakala answered with an enraged roar. The purple demon whipped up a foul gale and charged Count Dracula in great strides.
One was highly skilled and bold; the other was striking in fury. For the moment, they fought to a draw. But anyone with eyes could see the key issue: Xiakala's combat skills were mediocre, and her racial gifts could not match magic. She was no match for Count Dracula.
The great serpent monster preparing to slip away crept close to the ground with utmost care. Even so, he still made quite a commotion. Among serpent monsters, size was beauty—the longer and thicker the body, the more qualified one was to be chosen as chief.
Lagon had always taken pride in his massive body, but today, he wished he were smaller. If he could turn into a little snake, he would have fucking fled long ago!
While he was feeling anxious, he suddenly heard someone speak. At first, he thought his nerves had given him auditory hallucinations, but he soon realized that was not the case.
Pressed against the ground, he looked around and happened to meet the gaze of Deadpool's head, which