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Chapter 777 - 392: It’s Just a Siege, No Need to Risk Your Life_2

Chapter 777: Chapter 392: It’s Just a Siege, No Need to Risk Your Life_2

One of the vampires was smashed until it vomited blood and fainted, with the other disappearing in a blink the moment it touched the ground, emerging overhead. With its bat wings spread out, it hovered mid-air and once again swooped down on him.

Fortunately, Cold Night was faster and stronger than the attacker. With a swift claw movement, he accurately grabbed the incoming vampire by the neck. Pushing it underneath him, his claws clawed and blood kept splattering onto him. The vampire beneath him quickly weakened.

However, just as Cold Night was about to deliver the final blow, the nearly dead vampire disappeared again.

"Tsk!"

Cold Night muttered a curse. The most annoying thing about vampires was their varied and flashy abilities. Even with extensive preparation, it was hard to cover all bases.

Having driven away the two vampires that were attacking him, Cold Night finally had time to look at the battlefield, only to find that the situation was far from encouraging.

In the chaotic battle of 900 vampires and 400 werewolves, the werewolves were clearly at a disadvantage. Not only was there a difference in numbers, but the oppressive aura of the giant figure in the middle, and the fact that the werewolves were caught off guard, were all significant reasons for this.

Even with the existence of wolf poison as a restraint against vampires, it was absolutely impossible to bridge these gaps.

Moreover, the advantage could be accumulated. With werewolves continually dying, those bound to the resurrection teleportation had all returned to their city, leaving fewer and fewer werewolves behind. The remaining werewolves were unable to teleport away and could only die repeatedly, gradually becoming easy targets for the vampires’ vengeful torment.

While Cold Night was still hesitating whether or not to step in, the werewolf army on the scene had already suffered a massive defeat.

This had utterly extinguished any desire he had left to continue struggling.

Cold Night was now considering whether to abandon the other werewolves and run away.

However, the Wolf Clan was a bloodthirsty race. If he as the leader dared to flee alone, his prestige within the Wolf Clan would be greatly affected.

Perhaps he could send someone else to their death, or maybe play dead to get through it?

Just as Cold Night was hesitating about what to do, he suddenly noticed that in the distance, the Red Sickle Girl was wielding her sickle, heading directly towards him.

"Not good!"

Cold Night’s heart jumped, immediately realizing that they were after the map fragment!

Yes, how could he run away? The map fragment was on him. Even if he were to play dead among the pile of werewolves, they would easily find him.

Without another thought, Cold Night quickly turned around and fled from the scene at top speed.

Unfortunately, as the number of werewolves on the battlefield quickly decreased, more and more vampires were freed up.

Vampires with the ’Godspeed’ talent overtook Cold Night, appearing ahead and blocking his path.

Cold Night had no choice but to defend himself with his sharp claws. But after a few moments of delay, the giant figure from behind was rapidly closing in.

Cold Night was tripped over by a vampire while he was distracted. By the time he got up and tried to escape again, a breaking sound was heard from behind.

Cold Night looked back in terror, watching helplessly as the figure of the Grim Reaper swung a huge sickle towards him. The blade passed through his body, leaving no visible wounds.

Cold Night was stunned. Before he could react, an intense feeling of emptiness enveloped him.

Looking up, he found a bluish soul emerging from his body, pulled up by the tip of that sickle, suspended mid-air.

Cold Night’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, realizing that he was under a direct attack on his soul.

If the sickle were to continue retracting, taking his soul along with it, he would die instantly, with no chance of resurrection...

In other words, at this moment, his life was in their hands!

With just one thought, they could harvest his life.

Cold Night was sweating profusely, too scared to move.

Luckily for him, they didn’t proceed to attack immediately.

From within the giant phantom, the woman in red looked at him and spoke, "I don’t intend to become mortal enemies with you. So, hand over the fragment, and I’ll let you go. I believe you should understand what I mean."

"Ma’am, calm down, calm down... I’ll give you the fragment..."

Cold Night swallowed, not daring to refuse at this point. He raised one hand to show that he was not resisting, while the other tremblingly took out a fragment and dropped it onto the ground.

It was no use fighting over Sky City at this point; there was no need to risk his life...

Lin Xue extended her hand and the fragment on the ground automatically flew back to her.

Lin Xue quickly examined, it was the sixth fragment of the City of Eternal Night.

After confirming that it was the real fragment, Lin Xue finally released his soul.

The Grim Reaper lifted its sickle and the soul fell down, returning back into Cold Night’s body.

Cold Night collapsed to the ground, feeling like he had just survived a disaster.

However, before he could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt a strong murderous intent surging towards him from all around.

Looking up, he saw that while the Red Sickle Girl had spared him, it didn’t mean the other vampires would do the same. The vampires surrounding him had all raised their claws, their eyes filled with killing intent.

Surprisingly, this didn’t scare Cold Night. As long as it wasn’t an attack that could steal his soul like the previous one, he was indifferent to any ordinary killing attempts. He was even desperately looking for a chance to escape this horrible place through death.