Dozens of bald ninjas lowered their bodies and quickly surrounded the pillar tower with small, swift steps.
Suddenly, a shadow like a large bird rushed up from under the bridge, carrying the still-shocked Master Snake in its arms.
The shadow landed steadily on the cross-sea bridge.
The man was dressed in a black suit, with exposed areas wrapped in white bandages, and his eyes were blood-red.
The scar-faced man looked grave.
He felt the immense power of Qi Blood emanating from this man in the suit!
The Fourth Apostle, Blood Prince, Du Yangming!
As a vampire, how could his Blood Qi Power be weak?
"Hungry . . . . . ."
Du Yangming looked at the approaching ninjas, and his scarlet eyes shone with evil greed.
He had fasted for a long time, never once drinking blood since becoming a vampire.
Du Yangming lived in terrifying hunger every day.
He would rather starve than harm the innocent.
