Chapitre 270: Bloodpolis [3]

Amidst the crimson fog, the solitary silhouette of a woman came to view, her body was littered with scars and her metal armor was caved in and fractured at various places.

Since her sword had shattered earlier for some mysterious reasons, she clutched an ebony dagger in her hand which seemed to have been carved out of a slab of stone rather than some precious metal.

Intricate runes adorned the dagger, emanating a brilliant violet glow, hinting at its extraordinary nature.

And extraordinary it was. It possessed the ability to inflict soul damage, a weapon perfectly attuned to Liz.

Surrounded by towering figures of eerie creatures of the dreaded night, Liz remained unfazed.

The vampires' eyes gleamed with fierce red hue and their jaws hung open, as if eager to sink their fangs into her flesh.