"Manxue, quickly, have the residents keep moving back, don't stop!" Reina Sword Saint shouted loudly because some residents were curious and stopped to look back.
As her voice fell, the fist composed of bats had already smashed down, with Mark at the center of the fist. With a loud boom, the bridgehead instantly collapsed, the exploded stones and soil cutting off the stream.
In the sky full of dust, the bats were nowhere to be seen, nor was Mark, both sides were uncertain of life and death.
"Mark..." Reina Sword Saint called out.
At this moment, a giant roar erupted from the dust, with a sharp blue light piercing through the haze, it was the light from Mark's sword glow when triggered, then Mark burst through the smoke, leapt into the air, and the great sword in his hand flashed with blue glow.
Mark landed, swayed a few times but did not fall, the smoke at the bridgehead dispersed, and there was nothing inside except for a large pit, Clark was gone, and the vampires were gone.
