"How long has he been enveloped by the Solar Fire like this?"
Outside the Holy Blood Hall, Triss looked worriedly at the blazing fire that surrounded the entire space. She could feel Murphy's life force was not diminished, but the scene of a vampire being wrapped in Solar Fire was terrifying.
This was almost unimaginable even in the vampires' worst nightmares, more frightening than the ordeal of sunlight.
If any vampire dared to touch the blazing Solar Fire in front of them, they would be instantly incinerated to ashes, leading this group of vampires to hesitate, too afraid to interrupt Lord Murphy and the Feathered Serpent Sun God's conversation.
Madam Qiuchote, who triggered all this, felt very panicked now.
She was surrounded by a group of expressionless vampires, and if something happened to Murphy, she expected to be torn apart by this group of Midnight loved ones on the spot.
