Boom!
Dust danced in the air as a deafening noise sounded.
After the dust gradually settled, Wolfric and the others were shocked to see a massive crater on the ground in front of Nathan. It looked like it had been hit by a missile.
Gerart lay at the bottom of the pit, his body charred and bloodied.
If it had not been for the slight rise and fall of his chest, they would have thought that he was dead.
Sheathing his weapon, Nathan stood there and stared down at Gerart indifferently. He said coldly, “You're quite a tough one to be able to survive Ten Princes of Hell.” Upon saying that, he turned to Wolfric and the others and ordered. “Carry him. We're leaving this place.”
Wolfric and the others came back to their senses and divided themselves into two groups. A few of them lifted Gerart, who was near death, while the others made preparations to fight their way out of the place.
Just then, the vampire elites who had rushed over had also regained their senses.
“These intruders have beaten up and intend to kidnap two of our princes, Lambert and Gerart!”
“Stop them! Don't let a single one of them escape!”
“Get them!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of shadowy figures immediately rushed toward Nathan.
Snorting, Nathan lifted his foot and stomped the ground.
Boom!
The blue tiles that lined the ground were broken and violently thrown into the air.
Nathan lifted his hand and made a gesture.
In that instant, the blue tiles which had been shaken loose flew toward the vampire elites and slammed into them like cannons.
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