Fang Yu turned his head.
Around the ancient tree, on top of the city walls, many vampires appeared.
Their eyes were red, and their faces ghastly and fanged.
Under the influence of the millennia-old tree, their strength could be directly enhanced to a berserk state.
Seeing this scene.
Xu Zhaopei worriedly said, "There are too many enemies... be careful."
Fang Yu, smiling, said, "Peipei, I told you, just watch..."
The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand began to buzz and tremble.
Those vampires, seeing that Fang Yu had no intention of surrendering, pounced directly at him.
Suddenly, more than ten vampires, baring their teeth and claws, jumped straight off the wall.
Fang Yu smiled faintly and said solemnly:
"Primordial Sword Skill, Thousand Words Sword Marrow!"
Blades of wind sliced through them like cutting watermelon.
Hiss.
Hiss, Hiss.
A sky filled with the stench of blood and rain.
In one move, more than ten vampires were turned into chunks scattered in the air.
