"Oh, speak of the devil?" Qin Fan muttered to himself with amusement, facing the twelve cold auras that had just appeared.
Simultaneously, a dozen whooshing sounds erupted in near-perfect unison. As Qin Fan's eyes swept over the area, he saw twelve men in blood-red tailcoats materialize. Looking at these twelve obviously high-ranking vampires, Qin Fan couldn't help but shake his head and smile silently after sensing their strength with his Divine Sense. Without another word, he instantly activated his Prison Suppressing Body.
As the Green Light began to radiate, to the astonishment of the twelve Blood Kings, Qin Fan lunged forward. His fingers, now covered in Green Light, clenched into a tight fist.
"Surround him!" the twelve Blood Kings roared in unison, moving in response to Qin Fan's lunge. As he charged, the twelve of them swiftly tightened their encirclement. With snarls, their vicious tusks flashed out. Their slender fingers grotesquely lengthened into sharp claws.
"Kill!"
