"Clatter, clatter..."
The dense rain of crossbow bolts and the attacks from Di Wushuang and the others formed a tightly packed defensive line before Jian Shang. The four Blood Princes suddenly dissolved into a skyful of bats together, forcing their way through the torrent of attacks like a bat storm as they closed on him.
The Seljuk elite soldiers' attacks were all but ignored. Di Wushuang and the others struck many bats, but could not stop the storm's assault.
"Sword Suppresses the World!"
Jian Shang shifted sideways, putting distance between himself and the women. With a turn of his right hand, the Scarlet Firmament Divine Sword appeared in his grasp. He slashed, his vast innate true qi condensing into countless razor-sharp streams of Sword Qi, powerful enough to destroy everything before him.
The dense Sword Qi fell, killing countless bats on the spot and reducing them to nothingness, yet it could not stop the bat storm completely.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
A series of sounds like blows striking leather rang out. Jian Shang took successive hits to his shoulder, abdomen, and elsewhere. Pain pierced him to the bone, making him stagger several steps.
The bats filling the sky vanished, transforming back into the four Blood Princes, who surrounded Jian Shang from the east, south, west, and north. They ignored everyone else and the other battles, watching him like tigers eyeing their prey.
"What formidable defenses!"
Prince Grot, patriarch of the Gangrel Clan, looked at the seemingly unscathed Huan King and sighed, his expression ugly.
With their strength as Blood Princes, they had struck the Huan King three times. Never mind drawing blood-they did not seem to have left even a mark.
Such terrifying defenses left the four Blood Princes exchanging looks, helpless and frustrated, with nowhere to strike. Of course, splitting