With the mummy's shriek, countless vampires converged upon the small town. They perched on the surrounding buildings, staring greedily at Chu Feng in mid-air, howling angrily, ready to pounce at any moment.
Chu Feng, however, paid no attention to the surrounding vampires. They possessed the strength of mere ants and weren't even Vampire Barons. His attention was wholly fixed on the pitch-black, curved dagger in the hands of the de Nocte Family patriarch below. It was that very dagger that had just ignored the protection of the Golden Light Spell and left a shallow cut on his face. Had he not dodged quickly enough, that dagger might have pierced his neck just moments before.
Noticing Chu Feng's gaze, the mummy below contorted its withered face into a twisted sneer. "Don't recognize it, do you? The Holy See's memory is truly poor! Back then, it nearly killed the Angel you all speak of."
