Anticipating that hiding a thousand meters beyond the Scout Ward would not be safe, the Savior had awakened a blessing of infinite range.
Anticipating that his enemies might teleport to his doorstep even if he was at the ends of the earth, the Savior had prepared decoy bases, ten thousand forbidden-spell traps, and ten thousand tons of Holy Water specifically for vampires.
He had anticipated that the Holy Water would not work on vampires.
He should never have anticipated that. After all, Holy Water dealt true damage to vampires. That was both common knowledge and something verified on the Prince. Yet the Savior had still prepared a high-judgment Thunder Strike from Mythic Three Kingdoms.
By all rights, the Savior's seamless chain of dirty little tricks was already perfect.
Yet apart from making a strange "Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho" noise as she was electrocuted, Vampire Progenitor Elizabeth's health bar did not budge.
There was definitely damage.
But compared to Elizabeth's health, which had who knew how many digits, that damage was less than a drop in the bucket—less than the tip of a hair on that drop.
Too strong. She was simply too strong.
Chen Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he had encountered plenty of powerful enemies in Cihang City, only the Great Yokai of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner when it first appeared could match this oppressive feeling.
It was the despair of knowing that even with his 999-fold One-Hit Kill activated, he could not scratch her.
The Savior urged, "Let's go. Three more decoy bases, and she'll be able to trace us through the Magic Network."
Chen Feng looked at the Savior suspiciously. "You say three, but I keep feeling you mean thirty."
The Savior flatly denied it. "Not that many."
"You mean not that few."
Chen Feng looked