The Fusion Stage vampire had slanted obsidian eyes with slitted pupils that could extend on stalks. His mouth had prominent fangs as the red hair was more a set of spines than anything else. Unlike the rest of the tall, thin as stick vampires, he had a graceful build.
"You killed our brethren," the vampire came closer to Michael and licked the blood coming off of Michael's forehead.
As soon he tasted Michael's blood, he jolted.
"This blood…wow…" The vampire looked speechless.
"I have never tasted such powerful blood. This must be why you are so over the top in cultivation,"
Each vampire wanted a taste of Michael's blood. But fortunately, the leader decided to beat up Michael to near death before drinking his blood.
"Nightwalker? Cowards suit you better," Michael growled.
Bang!
The vampire behind Michael banged Michael's head against the wall yet again.
"Leave…him…alone…" Sabrina reached out for Ghost, only to get her hands crushed by the Fusion Stage vampire.
"Why don't we properly introduce ourselves huh?" the vampire's cold voice echoed through the gloomy dungeon.
"I am Zarathor. One of the many elders,"
Zarathor punched Michael the moment he finished introducing himself and raised Michael off the ground by his neck.
"And you are Ghost, the human who killed one of us,"
Bang!
Zarathor punched Michael in the face, instantly breaking Michael's nose.
At that time, Sabrina struggled to get herself up. But, unfortunately, Zarathor turned his gaze towards Sabrina.
"The rune bearer," Zarathor picked Sabrina from the ground by her glowing hand.
"You have one last task to perform," Zarathor slapped Sabrina, almost making her lose consciousness.
He dragged her to the wall before them and placed her glowing hand on the wall. The wall pulled her hand like a magnet. With his blurry vision, Michael saw the wall trembling violently.
Michael was still looking for a way to escape without revealing his other identity. He wasn't sure if he could kill all of them in his Dark Lord form. In case a vampire escaped the place alive, he would be in a heap of trouble. At that time, the entire Skyhall and the Guardians would be at his doorsteps.
But he saw no other way than turning into a Dark Lord. The vampires were simply too strong to fight as Ghost.
Several moments later, the wall slowly crumbled down, revealing an empty hollow.
"Where is the key?" Zarathor creased his brows. He put his hand inside the hollow to search for the key but found nothing.
Just like everyone else, Michael was startled by the twist too. After dealing with everything, he learned that the key had already been taken by someone else.
Hunter's face came before Michael's eyes. But after recalling Hunter's words, Michael didn't think Hunter had taken the key.
"Where is the key?" Zarathor turned his gaze towards Sabrina.
Zarathor grabbed Sabrina's neck, starting to squeeze her neck. Her face slowly turned purple as she twitched violently for air. Looking at Sabrina slowly dying, the images of the first time they met, their journey, and how she blanketed him with a smile flashed across Michael's eyes.
