He then leaped into the air, transforming into a straight black streak under the blood-red moonlight.
No one could tell where Florian was
within that high-speed black streak.
The hand with which Xiao Cangqing held his wine glass trembled.
His opponent had already locked onto him. The oncoming killing intent was as fierce as a torrential squall,
and as turbulent as the raging tides in the ocean's depths.
And within that killing intent, he was but a small boat, teetering on the brink of being torn to pieces at any moment.
Had it been in his prime, Xiao Cangqing would not have been so afraid,
but now he was merely a puppet controlled by Ye Lingyun, the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
"We don't need Lord Xiao Cangqing of our Vampire Clan to kill you."
In a flash, Florian, the Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan,
slashed through the air with his claws. Like lightning in the night, they carried an edge sharp enough to tear anything apart,
