"Indeed, the ancient Orient harbors many powerful beings beyond your imagination. This place is not meant for you vampires. However, since you've already come, don't even think about leaving." Lin Kuang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone icy and his eyes glittering with a cold light.
Upon hearing this, Cros gave a slight smile. "You wish to keep us here? Young man, I acknowledge your strength is commendable, but to think you could kill us… you can't do it alone." There was strong confidence in his words. As an ancient vampire Duke, Cros's power was not to be underestimated—how else could he have obtained his title?
"Is that so? Idle talk seems pointless. Make your move. Let me see just how formidable a vampire Duke truly is," Lin Kuang said calmly, looking at Cros.
"Very well. Since you're so confident, I am more than willing to oblige you!" Cros replied indifferently.
