My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 54 Massacre

Facing the swarming Wolf Fang Clan, Lucifer's expression remained calm, like a king overlooking a vast army, fearless and unparalleled in his domineering presence.

"Ouch!"

Just then, a level 11 Wolf Fang Clan member brandished its sharp, blade-like claws and roared as it pounced on Lucifer, moving swiftly and fiercely like a natural predator.

A simple, unadorned purple light flashed, and before he could even touch Lucifer's clothes, he was severed in two by a single sword strike, blood splattering in the air, leaving him without a complete corpse.

However, even so, it still couldn't stop the other Wolf Fang tribesmen from continuing their attack. Two or three wolves with their gaping maws bit at Lucifer's neck, arms, and thighs.

Those sharp, saw-like wolf fangs are chilling to look at. If you were hit by them, it's hard to imagine what the result would be. It would probably not just be a matter of crushing bones; the whole thing could be dismembered.

However, Lucifer still unleashed a flamboyant sword strike, the purple light surging out like a wave. The oncoming Wolf Fang Clan members were still unable to be stopped, and the sword cleaved them in two, flesh and blood flying everywhere, their internal organs scattered on the ground. It was incredibly bloody and cruel, making people want to vomit.

Many of the female members of the Spirit Cat Clan could no longer bear to look, or found it too gruesome to bear, and they all looked away, feeling a wave of fear and horrified.

The stench of blood in the air constantly fueled the wolf-tooth tribe's frenzy. Like maddened beasts, they relentlessly pounced on Lucifer, their roars and howls echoing through the air.

Lucifer stopped defending and chose to attack. The vampire's speed advantage was on full display. Every time he was about to be grabbed by the wolf's claws, he could easily dodge them. Then, with a swift sword strike, the wolf would die.

The constant flashes of blood also stimulated Lucifer. After all, he was a vampire, and blood had a great allure for him. His pupils, which were as black as night, had turned blood red. However, he was not consumed by desire, nor did he lose his rationality. More than a month of hellish training was not just about fighting monsters; he had also received training in other aspects.

Lucifer's pupils radiated killing intent, cold, ruthless, and indifferent; those who opposed him would be slain.

With a single stride, he arrived beside a level 13 wolf in an instant. With another sword strike, a purple light flashed, and another wolf's corpse appeared.

However, the Wolf Fang tribe members, fearless of death, swarmed towards Lucifer, but were killed before they could even get close to him.

A flash of purple light, a spray of blood—Gorba, hiding among the wolves, was already numb, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

He never imagined that Lucifer's fighting power would be so terrifying. In the blink of an eye, forty or fifty of his people were killed, which was truly terrifying and shocking.

This made him feel that they were not facing an ordinary boy, but an invincible war god who had conquered the battlefield and killed all enemies.

He was afraid, terrified, his soul reeling. Lucifer was a ferocious beast, roaming among wolves. It was a one-sided massacre; his people were like grass before him, mere chickens and dogs, easily taken down with a single swing of his sword. Gorba finally understood why none of the hundred-plus of his tribesmen who had pursued Restia and her companions had survived. How could he possibly be a match for such a terrifying person? His heart pounded, and the thought of retreating began to take root in his mind.

The spirit cat people on the cliff were greatly encouraged. In their eyes, Lucifer was an invincible king who constantly slaughtered the Wolf Fang Clan, which made them look up to him with great admiration and pride.

However, they failed to notice one person: Emily. She had only recently become a vampire, and the scent of blood in the air had already aroused her desires. Her large, jewel-like eyes gleamed red, and her two little cat teeth had grown a little longer.

Her body was trembling, and she looked like she was desperately thirsting for blood. However, she kept enduring it. If her people found out that she had become a vampire, they would probably find it hard to accept. Not only her, but also the identities of the two Lucifers would probably be exposed.

Their saintess and their king are vampires, a race known as the evil one on the continent. I wonder what they would think.

“Lestia, your sister doesn’t seem to be doing well. You know what to do.” Chris suddenly said casually. She was incredibly perceptive and had a keen sense of everything around her. She naturally noticed Emily’s changes.

Restia glanced at her sister sideways. Sure enough, the stimulation of blood made it impossible to hide the vampire's desires.

At this moment, the tribespeople's attention was focused on Lucifer's battle, and they did not notice Emily's change. She did not say much, she knew what she should do now, and slowly retreated with her sister, walking behind a big tree.

Laestia didn't say much. No matter what Emily had become, she was still her beloved younger sister. She then pulled open her collar, revealing her snow-white neck.

Emily, who could no longer restrain herself, pounced on her. Her sharp teeth pierced through Lacey's smooth skin, and blood slid down her collarbone. Emily sucked on the blood like a baby, tears of pain streaming from her eyes.

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