Deep within Hellfire Canyon, a fierce confrontation raged between humans and vampires. The clash between Leopold and Parkhurst had reached its climax. With a sneer, Parkhurst taunted, “Today, the so-called human War God will witness the true power of Earth's mightiest creature and learn who the true dominator is.” As his words hung in the air, he tightly gripped a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing and swiftly launched it toward Leopold. Leopold responded with a low growl, swiftly brandishing his sword and bracing himself for the fight.
Clang!
The clash of Parkhurst's dagger against Leopold's sword produced a crisp, resonating sound. Parkhurst's movements were as elusive as a ghost, transforming into several shadows in an instant. Each shadow possessed substance, resembling multiple mirror clones. They encircled Leopold, launching a frenzied onslaught.
Caught off guard, Leopold was taken aback. Swirling his sword, he unleashed waves of sword aura. However, he couldn't fully withstand the relentless assault from Parkhurst's Mirror Clones.
Bzzt!
A gash appeared on Leopold's back.
Bzzt! Bzzt!
Two more wounds appeared on his chest and left arm, instantly drenching him in blood. Parkhurst's cold laughter echoed in his ears, “Hehe, we vampires are always true to our word. When I said I would tear you apart with a thousand cuts, I meant every word.”
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