The Count turned his gaze toward Cheng Luoyi. This girl before him was humanity's last line of defense. Perhaps he could use her to make up for his losses.
The Count's body crackled. Veins bulged across his once-handsome face as he transformed into his combat form.
A dense aura of blood slowly spread out, representing a physique powerful to the extreme.
An incomparable pressure burst from his body and instantly blanketed the entire area. It was like a towering mountain, filled with suffocating oppression.
Everyone's hearts lurched. It felt as though a sharp steel awl hung over their brows, with death ready to descend at any moment.
"Is the Count... finally getting serious?"
"What a powerful aura..."
"I wonder if Sister Luo Yi can withstand it!"
"..."
The people watched the battlefield worriedly, even unconsciously holding their breath.
This battle was especially crucial.
The Count suddenly moved, taking the initiative to attack. His speed had already surpassed the limits of human perception, as if he had vanished from where he stood in an instant.
Cheng Luoyi stared with bright eyes, feeling as though what was charging at her was not a person, but a monstrous flood.
Lightning blazed from the Meteorite Blade in her hand, shining like a star. She raised it with both hands and brought it down in a savage cleave.
"Buzz—"
It seemed as if the entire space would be split in two by that strike.
Yet unexpectedly, the Count neither blocked nor retreated. He continued reaching for her with his claws.
His sharp claws tore through Cheng Luoyi's shoulder, while the razor-sharp lightning blade struck the Count as well.
Both of them had completely abandoned defense, trading injury for injury.
Scarlet blood sprayed from Cheng Luoyi's shoulder, staining the sky red. At the same time, intense