"Who are you... ah... let me out... I can give you anything you want..."
The vampire inside felt the danger of death, the omnipresent flowing water drove him to the brink of collapse, and his previously maintained pride and dignity were completely gone, he begged in a low voice for mercy.
On his handsome face appeared the blue veins and Death Aura of a corpse.
Mu Ying didn't say a word.
Did he feel pity for him? Not in the slightest.
The vampire's immortality relied on the blood of countless lives, especially humans.
This relationship made the conflict between humans and vampires irreconcilable.
What's more, these vampires had wiped out an entire camp, and the blood they had spilled was no trivial amount.
Mu Ying was just waiting for him to reveal the half of his chest where his heart was.
When the moment arrived, the sharpened stake in his hand pierced mercilessly and without hesitation.
