Led by Warrior Chief Andura, Lucifer walked through the neatly arranged, ornate tents of the Vampire Clan camp, finally stopping before the tallest and most luxuriously decorated deep purple tent.
However, the moment Lucifer stood still, his pure black eyes swept across the surroundings without a trace.
As expected, there was an ambush…
what a truly unoriginal trick.
Lucifer sneered inwardly, yet his face remained as calm as still water, as if he were completely unaware of the impending danger.
He wanted to see exactly what kind of tricks Andura intended to play.
More importantly, he sensed two even more powerful and solid magical signatures inside the tent; the intensity of one even slightly exceeded his current Combat Class of twenty thousand.
This piqued a sliver of genuine interest in him.
Andura, who was ahead, stopped at the entrance of the tent, turned around, and faced Lucifer.
The previous disguise of respect and ‘difficulty’ on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a complex expression mixing ruthlessness, triumph, and a hint of nervousness.
“What is it, Warrior Chief Andura?
Why aren’t you going in to announce me?” Lucifer asked indifferently, feigning ignorance, his pure black eyes calmly watching the other man.
Andura did not answer.
His icy blue eyes stared fixedly at Lucifer, while his feet began to slowly move backward, putting distance between himself and Lucifer.
At the same time, his only remaining right hand quietly rose, making a hidden gesture.
At the very moment he took his third step back and the gesture was completed—
“Fire!”
Andura suddenly let out a violent roar, his body leaping backward at the same time, instantly clearing the area several meters in front of Lucifer!
Following his command—
“Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh—!”
From the shadows around the tent, more than twenty figures leaped out in an instant!
They were dressed in uniform dark light armor with wings folded behind their backs, moving as swiftly as ghosts.
As soon as they appeared, they occupied the best positions for a combined attack in the air or on the ground.
Even more heart-stopping was that they did not draw weapons for close combat, but instead raised their hands together, with magical brilliance of various colors bursting from their palms or fingertips.
Icy blue freezing air, scarlet blood arrows, dark corrosive orbs, swift wind blades…
more than twenty long-range magical attacks that had been prepared for a long time wove together like a web of death, blanketing down from front, back, left, right, above, and below toward Lucifer, who stood isolated in the center of the clearing!
The shriek of magic tearing through the air instantly shattered the silence!
Couldn’t hold back already?
Even more impatient than expected.
Facing this saturated attack that was enough to instantly blast an ordinary powerhouse into dust, not even a ripple formed in Lucifer’s heart, only a faint sense of mockery.
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Lucifer neither dodged nor blocked; he simply faced the surging tide of magic and lightly exhaled, as if sighing.
The moment this breath left his mouth, it resonated with the omnipresent magic in the surrounding air.
The 11,100 units of magic power within Lucifer’s body, like a deep-sea undercurrent being triggered, poured out abundantly following the momentum of this ‘exhale’!
There was no specific form, no dazzling light, only a visible, faintly black turbulent airflow, like an invisible storm rising from the ground.
With Lucifer as the center, it exploded and spread outward in a spherical shape!
This shockwave of air, pushed purely by compressed, majestic magic power, arrived later but struck first, slamming head-on into the twenty-plus incoming magical attacks.
Boom!
Rumble—!
Dense explosions rang out almost simultaneously!
Brilliant and deadly magical light mixed with out-of-control energy turbulence, forming a ring of constantly flickering explosions around Lucifer.
The deafening roar and the air blast sent hard gravel flying and crushed it into dust, which billowed up and instantly swallowed Lucifer’s figure.
“Did it work?!” In the distance, the landed Andura and the elite vampires who launched the surprise attack stared fixedly at the center of the explosion.
Some warriors even had looks of relief or cruel smiles on their faces.
In their view, no one could survive at the center of such a dense magical bombardment; even if they were lucky enough not to die, they would certainly be heavily injured.
However, when the aftershocks and dust of the explosion were slowly blown away by the never-ending wind of the Demon Realm, revealing the scene within, the expressions on all the vampire warriors’ faces instantly froze, turning into unbelievable shock and even fear.
Lucifer still stood in his original spot, not even a corner of his clothes was disarrayed in the slightest.
The ground around him had sunk into a shallow pit, filled with radial cracks—the marks of the energy collision.
But he himself was unscathed, and even his breathing was not the least bit disturbed.
His pure black eyes looked calmly through the thin dust at Andura, his gaze like that of someone examining a dead object.
“How…
how is this possible?!” Andura cried out in shock, his face pale.
He reckoned that even if he himself were at the center of that kind of attack just now, he could never have been so relaxed; he would have had to pay a price at least to escape or even defend.
“So, you have made up your mind to be my enemy?”
Lucifer’s voice rang out, not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the energy resonance that had not yet subsided, reaching the ears of every vampire.
There was no anger in that voice, no killing intent, only a high-and-mighty, cold statement.
This calm tone, instead, made Andura feel more heart-stricken than a roar would have.
“So what if I have?!” Andura hissed and roared, trying to use his volume to cover his inner wavering.
“This is the camp of my Vampire Clan!
You injured me first and extorted me later; do you really think my clan is so easily bullied?!
Attack!
The final command carried a desperate madness.
Although the elite vampires around felt fear at the strength Lucifer displayed, the Captain of the Warriors’ orders and clan rules could not be violated.
They glanced at each other, gritted their teeth to suppress their fear, and burst forth with magic once more.
Holding various weapons, they turned into streaks of light, lunging at Lucifer from all directions!
This time, it was close-quarters combat!
Looking at these figures whose highest Combat Class was no more than eight thousand, rushing forward like moths to a flame, a hint of impatience flashed in Lucifer’s eyes.
He didn’t even bother to draw the kirato at his waist.
With just a slight thought.
“Boom—!!!”
A pitch-black magic power, even more massive, more solid, and more suffocating than before, suddenly erupted from Lucifer’s tall frame like a long-suppressed volcano!
It was no longer a shockwave pushing airflow, but a release of pure energy pressure!
The magic condensed as if it were physical, turning into a circle of expanding black light.
With Lucifer at the center, it carried an irresistible, majestic pressure and crushed outward in all directions!
“Waaah—!”
“Ugh!”
The first few vampire warriors in front felt as if they had hit an invisible steel wall.
Amidst muffled groans, they were violently sent flying back even faster than they had come, blood spraying from their mouths and weapons falling from their hands.
Those slightly further away were also impacted by this terrifying magical pressure, their figures becoming unstable as they stumbled back.
The flow of magic within their bodies instantly became sluggish, and their faces were filled with pain and horror.
With just a single outward release of magical intimidation, the surrounding attack of these twenty-plus elite vampires was completely dismantled!
In the clearing, besides Lucifer, not a single person could stand steadily.
Andura was also forced back several steps by this pressure.
Barely steadying himself, his gaze toward Lucifer was now like looking at an invincible Demon God.
Lucifer slowly withdrew his outward magic, and the suffocating pressure in the field eased slightly.
He didn’t look at those vampire warriors who were groaning on the ground or struggling to crawl up.
Instead, he cast his gaze past the pale-faced Andura toward that deep purple, ornate tent that had remained silent all along.
“Have you seen enough of the show?”
He spoke, his voice carrying clearly toward the tent.
“Have these small fry withdraw.”
“And those two hiding behind the tent…
please come out as well.”