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Angel dived and grabbed Bateman directly on the ground.

However, Bateman, who was standing on the ground, had the advantage. His strong body transformed and became even stronger, like a little giant.

Bateman turned sideways to avoid Angel's dive. Taking advantage of the moment when Angel passed by his eyes, he grabbed Angel's wings with his claws and swung towards the forest.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Angel was thrown directly into a tree at the edge of the forest, and directly broke a "small tree" as big as a bowl that was blocking the road.

Before Angel could recover, Bateman had already moved in front of her, raised his foot and stepped on her head.

Angel quickly used his claws to block Bateman's feet, but was trampled directly into the mud by the huge force.

While Angel was briefly restrained, Bateman raised his sharp claws that reflected the moonlight and thrust them into Angel's heart.

Although there is no stake, a vampire will still die if its heart is ripped out!

"boom!"

Bateman, whose claws were only half extended, was kneeled into the thigh by Angel, knocking him away.

Fortunately, he was tall enough after the transformation, otherwise the impact on his waist would have left him crippled.

"Ow!"

Somersaulting in the air, Bateman kicked off a tree as thick as an ocean bowl with both feet. While using the recoil to remove the force, he also kicked off the trunk of the tree.

With the help of the recoil, Bateman rushed towards Angel again who got up from the ground.

"Boom!"

On target.

Angel, who had just stood up, was unprepared and was held down by Bateman's claw on his head. He grabbed his head and rushed deep into the forest.

No matter how Angel's claws tore at his arm, Bateman remained calm and allowed his left hand to be torn to pieces.

"Bang, click!"

"Boom, boom, boom wipe!"

Bateman grabbed Angel's head and hit it directly against the trees on the road, directly breaking countless "thin" trees along the way.

But no matter how thin they are, the "thump" sound and vibration of the tree trunks when they fall to the ground tell us how heavy these trees are.

"boom!"

In less than a minute, Bateman grabbed Angel and drove her directly into the depths of the forest, pressing her against the trunk of a large tree with a diameter of more than one meter.

Seeing the sawdust flying everywhere, his face deformed, and Angel's face pierced by wooden thorns, Bentman did not dare to relax.

He knew that a blow of this magnitude was nothing to Angel, an old woman who had lived for thousands of years.

With the opponent's recovery power, this injury can only be recovered in a few breaths.

But just now he burned his own heart essence and blood to explode his secret talent, and then he had the strength to restrain the opponent. Now the effect of his talent began to fade, and he was still some distance away from his destination. He did not dare to move forward rashly. Otherwise, if you are broken free halfway, you will be easily counterattacked.

Therefore, he held Angel tightly on the tree trunk and breathed desperately, trying to calm the load on his heart and try to have the strength to escape from the opponent and lead the opponent into a trap.

Angel was pressed into the tree trunk, his delicate and charming face completely ruined.

Countless wooden thorns not only pierced her face, but even her eyes.

Her nose had been smashed and her nasal bones were broken.

Two hard fangs dug into the trunk of the tree, and the sap from the tree flowed into the suction holes of the fangs, making her feel sick to her stomach.

Although she knew she was destined to fight to the death tonight, she didn't expect that she would be beaten so badly.

I have fought against Bateman hundreds of times. When has I ever suffered such a loss?

The humiliation of being ravaged by his defeated generals surged into his heart, and an unknown fire ignited from the bottom of his heart.

Cold murderous intent came out of her body. She, who had always been synonymous with elegance, was famous even among the vampire aristocrats, but now she was violently pinned to a tree by a dirty werewolf. It’s bearable!

"Death Sonic!"

"Ah!"

"boom!"

A harsh sound wave vibrated from Angel's throat, directly shattering the big tree in front of him.

The sound made Bateman behind him scream "Ah". He subconsciously let go of the claws holding Angel's head and covered his high-erected wolf ears.

His keen hearing makes him completely unable to resist this sonic attack.

Angel, who fell from the werewolf's hand, shattered into a small black bat before his toes hit the ground, and went around behind Bateman.

"Touch of blood!"

Angel, who had regained his human form, summoned two red tentacles, directly tied Bateman's claws covering his ears, and pulled them straight to both sides.

"Death Sonic!"

"hold head high!"

Another high-pitched sound came from Angel's mouth and poured into the mind of Bateman in front of him.

"Ouch~ah~oh~ah!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ow~"

Bateman screamed in agony, and blood spurted out from both ears.

His eardrums were pierced and his ears were deafened.

Not only was his ears deafened, his orifices were bleeding, and his brain was buzzing.

The fan-shaped area in front of him became messy and empty.

The surrounding trees turned into sawdust under this sound wave, dust returned to dust, and soil returned to soil.

"Strike the blood!"

Angel opened his arms, and a group of small blood-colored bats composed of blood-colored energy rushed towards Bateman, lying directly on Bateman's tall back to bite and suck.

"Ow!"

Feeling the flow of blood in his body, this stimulation made Bateman go crazy. He pulled his bound claws wildly, and kicked his feet crazily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Unfortunately, Angier was far more powerful than him in his rage, and his struggle seemed a bit futile.

As the blood drained from his body, Bateman's resistance gradually became weak.

Angel desperately plundered the blood from Bateman through the bloody bat, and used the blood energy to repair his own face.

One by one, the wooden thorns were squeezed out of the body. As the last two wooden thorns were squeezed out of the eyeball, Angel finally regained his beautiful appearance.

"Bateman, you damn old guy, how dare you blaspheme my perfect face, I will send you to hell forever!"

"Tide of blood!"

A column of blood spurted out from the wound on Bateman's back, turning into a river of blood, which in turn enveloped Bateman.

Blood Tide, a racial talent that only high-level vampires can activate, even the elders of the group of hybrid vampires cannot use it.

If the blood prince uses it, the river of blood can turn into a sea of ​​blood, destroying a small town in just a matter of minutes!

And Angel used this trick to deal with Bateman, which shows the anger in her heart.

Angel never paid attention to the old wolf's misunderstanding that he was a lowly vampire.

Even though Bateman is an old werewolf, the average lifespan of a werewolf is only 300 years, which is incomparable with that of vampires.

Even the hybrid vampires created by the Vampire Clan can live for thousands of years with their increased strength.

As for the more noble vampires, as long as nothing unexpected happens, an ordinary life of tens of thousands of years is more than enough.

In Angel's eyes, Bateman's behavior was nothing more than a challenge from a paranoid child who overestimated his abilities, and was regarded by her as an adjustment to her life.

It's quite fun to spank the children when you have nothing to do.

But now this plaything actually wants to bite me back, and it succeeds, causing me to taste all the humiliation.

She wants to bury the other party in her own blood river, and he will never be able to stand up again!

"Ow!"

Suddenly, Bateman, who was wrapped in a river of blood and turned into a bloody man, let out a loud roar, as if he was releasing some signal. His move made Angel beside him feel uneasy.