The vampires were surprised to find that Huaiya closed his eyes tightly.

Are you waiting to die?

It seems that there is no way to know his ability - the young attendant sighed silently.

There is only one solution left.

"Don't always consider the opponent's weaknesses, Huaiya. That's what the military commander has to do." The teacher's words echoed in his ears.

Huaiya endured the pain and turned the single-edged sword with his right hand to hold it reversely.

"More importantly, grasp your own strongest point."

Huaiya's breathing gradually stabilized, and sharp forces like gossamers gathered on his right arm.

His pores were stimulated by such a final force and suddenly exploded like spikes.

"The most powerful swordsmen in history are all self-centered and only have eyes for their own sword."

For a moment, the vampire felt his eyes sting slightly as he stared at Huai Ya, as if he were staring at a sharp sword blade.

This is...the power of ending?

The vampire's expression changed drastically.

Before he builds up momentum...

Kill him.

"Swing your most powerful sword - this is far more important than victory or defeat, far more important than life and death!" In the memory, the teacher said with a smile.

Huaiya took a deep breath, as if he had practiced it thousands of times in the tower, and the power of ending scraped through his body like a blade.

He saw it.

In the unbearable pain, he saw the sharp sword intent radiating back to him in this world.

That is the enemy's murderous intention.

Like a ray of fire in the darkness.

So dazzling.

He saw it.

The Vampire roared, lunged forward, and its sharp claws surged!

Go to hell, you short-lived sword-wielding species.

You have no chance to use your finishing power.

"Waiya, understand your power of termination."

No matter what the other person is.

No matter how strong the enemy is.

Ignore the gains and losses.

"It is the power that walks on the edge of madness." I still remember the teacher sighing at that time.

I just need to ensure that my strongest attack is enough.

"There is also an unlucky name..." She picked up the sword and carved a few words.

The vampire smiled ferociously and attacked in front of him in an instant.

it's over.

"The point of no return." She, the teacher, said lonely.

Wyatt opened his eyes suddenly.

The sword in his hand has already been swung.

The sword never comes back.

Extremely sharp.

"Poof!"

Blood spurts.

Waiya fell to his knees in pain!

The vampire scratched the clothes on Huaiya's right shoulder and dropped them to the ground.

The vampire looked at his paws in confusion.

Didn't you kill him?

Why...is it off?

But he soon knew the answer.

The vampire shuddered and looked carefully at his arms, where a line of blood appeared.

No.

This is impossible.

With my ability...

There's no way he can hit me!

"thump!"

His arms, from the upper arm down, fell smoothly to the ground.

The vampire opened his mouth in shock.

This... level of sharpness?

He raised his head and looked at the single-edged sword.

It's obviously just an ordinary sword.

Why?

Then, a blood line appeared on his chest, level with the vampire's upper arm.

"Boom!"

A dull sound.

His upper body separated from his trunk and fell down.

The cuts are smooth.

Why - the vampire thought desperately, he wanted to exhale and roar.

But he could no longer speak.

A black heart unique to the Vampire race was divided into upper and lower parts, pulsing feebly twice in the upper and lower body respectively.

Then, the two torso sections, along with the vampire's dead expression, turned black, became smaller, and shrank.

"Sorry." Wyatt Castle, who was still alive after the disaster, gasped and said to the corpse: "I am not the 'seed' of the Tower of the End...at least not in the traditional sense."

How dangerous.

It is actually the ability to reverse local light refraction.

Huaiya sighed: No wonder I couldn't kill him - because the parts I aimed at were all partial illusions reflected by him.

It's like a novice who has his sights set on the lower fork but can't hit the fish in the river.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind!

Huaiya gritted his teeth and turned around with his sword in hand.

I saw Putilai supporting Jorah, who was covered in blood, followed by three private soldiers of Bright Star, staggering out of the bushes.

"Have you seen His Highness?" Putilai asked with a frown.

"I have the same problem." Huaiya breathed a sigh of relief, sat down slowly, endured the severe pain, and used the wild survival methods learned in the tower to stop the bleeding, while saying with difficulty: "We have to find him right away!"

"You have to prepare for the worst."

Several private soldiers took Chora, and Putilai patted the snow water on his body and straightened his collar. He pondered for a while, looked at the setting sun, and said:

"The prince is in danger, and we are the only ones left in front of us."

"It's dusk now, and the smoke emitted by the alchemy ball is too big, so we can't locate the prince's direction."

"My Lord," Jorah struggled and said, "Let me go and go find His Highness..."

"I have a sister who works as a secretary at the Xicheng Police Department...if I die..."

"You won't die! At least not here!" Putilai interrupted him rudely.

The experienced deputy envoy in the mission thought for a moment and made a decision.

"Now, facing such an enemy, we can't do anything at all!"
To be continued...