Chapter Twenty-Six: Reinforcements Crush the Blood Clan

What kind of situation was this? Why, when I was in the East, did the numbers of Western vampires keep increasing, while on my side, I remained the only one? On both sides, seventy or eighty of us hovered in the night sky, hundreds of meters aloft, wings beating as a breathtaking brawl seemed imminent. Just as the fight was about to break out, a loud voice echoed from the distance: "The Western vampires have openly violated the treaty signed between the Eastern and Western night clans, promising non-interference. Are you trying to start a war between the vampires and the Corpse Demon Clan?"

The newcomer was clad in blood-red attire, long crimson hair flowing, a pair of dark red wings fluttering behind him. Beneath his red pupils was a string of incantations, different from mine, though his wings bore no golden runes like those on mine.

From the moment he arrived, he gave off an extraordinary air. The vampires who had surrounded me parted to make way for him—clearly the title of one of the Eastern Ten Kings of the Corpse Demons carried considerable weight.

He approached me, clasped his fists in greeting, and declared, "My name is Fang Panguo. Seeing you in trouble, brother, I have come to lend my aid!"

Fang Panguo—Defender Against Rebellion—a fitting name, I thought, giving him a smile and falling silent, turning instead to see what the vampires across from us would say.

After some time gathering, the vampires had assembled four Grand Dukes. The rest of their number didn't even have the right to speak. Of the four Grand Dukes, a rather thin one took the lead, pointing at me and addressing Fang Panguo directly: "If we don't give this kid a good beating, how will our kind hold their own in East or West?"

Hearing this, my anger flared. I let loose a torrent of curses: "Who the hell do you think you are? Even if your Vampire Emperor, Mikas, were here, he wouldn't dare be so arrogant. Is it just because you outnumber us? Enough talk—since you harmed one of our Eastern girls, that's reason enough. Let's fight!"

At these words, I saw Fang Panguo's expression change. His fangs protruded as he glared angrily at the vampires. "You dare harm a girl of Huaxia? You filthy bats are dead today. You there—attack!"

"All right!" No sooner had I spoken than Fang Panguo had already charged into the ranks of the vampires. I didn't hesitate either; my claws extended from my fingertips as I plunged into the fray.

To us, these viscounts and earls were nothing—dispatching them took just a few moves each. Huge bats plummeted from the sky, crashing down and, after a few struggles, dissolving into dust.

After half an hour, only four vampire Grand Dukes remained in the night sky.

Meanwhile, Wang Yong was driving that Ferrari, trying to evade several vampire viscounts in hot pursuit. One viscount was already about to grab hold of the rear bumper. Inside the car, apart from A Shuang, who sat calmly, the other girls were screaming and wailing in terror.

At last, that viscount climbed onto the car roof, startling not only Wang Yong but also passersby who witnessed this supernatural spectacle. Wang Yong swerved left and right, trying to shake the vampire off, but the viscount’s claws dug deep into the metal, refusing to let go.

Soon, the viscount tore through the car roof, his claws piercing the steel, while Wang Yong’s face twisted in despair at the sight. Watching those claws reach inside, Wang Yong cried out mournfully, "Heavens, my precious Ferrari!"

The viscount finally ripped open a large hole and reached a hand toward Wang Yong in the driver’s seat. Faced with this, Wang Yong summoned his powers and launched an attack at the viscount.

Blow after blow, Wang Yong traded strikes with the vampire atop the car, but he was clearly outmatched. Before long, the Ferrari crashed into a streetlight and came to a halt, thick smoke billowing from the engine. In this situation, Wang Yong told all the girls to get out and run while he wrestled with the vampire.

But the other vampires had already arrived. Alone, Wang Yong now faced six vampire viscounts of equal rank. If this fight began, he’d have no chance—fortunately, he was no fool. Rather than getting bogged down, he broke free and dashed into the nearest alley.

Why did Wang Yong run for the alleys? There was a reason—Chinese urban alleys were narrow, where the vampires’ flight advantage was negated.

Back in the other aerial battlefield, the two-on-four battle began without a word.

The four Western vampire Grand Dukes, with their blood-red bat wings, and the two Eastern Kings of the Corpse Demons clashed in the sky with the speed of lightning. To onlookers, it seemed only like shooting stars streaking across the heavens, but in truth, it was a battle between two night clans, sustained by supernatural power.

Six figures darted and clashed, their powers colliding and scattering; four auras, dark crimson, belonging to the Western Grand Dukes. My own power was a pale gold, Fang Panguo’s a blood red. Six supernatural forces crashed together and split apart again and again.

At last, Fang Panguo caught one Grand Duke off-guard and punched him from several hundred meters above, slamming him into the ground and leaving a human-shaped crater, clouds of dust billowing.

Such a blow from that height made an earth-shaking noise, drawing crowds of onlookers. But I had underestimated the strength of the vampire Grand Dukes—a mistake. Once the crowd had gathered, the dust began to settle, and a dark figure tore apart two bystanders and shot back into the sky with a shriek that grated on the ears.

All around, the bystanders screamed and fled in terror, fearing to draw the monster’s attention.

The commotion soon attracted armed patrolmen, who looked on in shock at the scene unfolding before them.

After a few more exchanges, the Western vampires were defeated. They shrieked into the night, voices as grating as a bat's, then fled into the darkness.

Seeing the vampires gone and more armed police gathering below, Fang Panguo handed me a business card, then descended into a secluded alley.

Looking down, I saw a man emerge from the same alley, flash his credentials at a police officer, and climb into a squad car, after which the officer ordered all the police to withdraw.

I descended into the alley Fang Panguo had vanished into, resumed my human form, and walked out. Glancing at the business card, I was stunned—Fang Panguo was actually the chief of the central police bureau of Z City.

But such things didn’t concern me. As a Corpse Demon, I’d long since grown indifferent to the affairs and bustling world of mortals.

There were few people left in the area now. Tomorrow’s headlines would certainly be spectacular. For now, I had to find Wang Yong, who was still being pursued by five vampire viscounts.

But finding Wang Yong was easy. I activated my powers to lock onto his location in the city—the alleys of Z City.

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