A swarm of crows, their eyes glowing with a blood-red light, massed together into a black waterfall and surged toward the twisted, blood-drenched cross, instantly engulfing it.
The crows flapped their wings, letting out hoarse, bizarre caws that made one's skin crawl and sent a chill down the spine.
"Is Chu He dead?"
Vishnu asked as he landed in front of Brooks.
He glanced at Brooks from the corner of his eye, a wary look churning within his gaze.
He had to admit, the Magic this Prince of the Vampire Clan wielded was formidable.
Even someone as self-assured as Vishnu found it extremely troublesome.
The main issue was how the Magic was cast.
That twisted, blood-oozing Cross appeared far too suddenly.
It materialized right behind its target, then unleashed a mass of barbed vines,
which coiled around the target like vipers and pythons.
The speed was incredible, making it utterly impossible to defend against.
