Chapter 2389
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"My name is Mo Fan. Can I die as I wish? "Mo Fan instantly approached again.
This time, Mo Fan used Blink and appeared in front of the vampire count in the blink of an eye.
However, the air Mo Fan brought with him had been altered by Chaos Magic. Count Syon's reaction and speed were relatively fast. When he tried to move to the side, he was immediately lifted into the air by a mysterious force.
Gravity was reversed, and Syon's body soared.
"Heavenly Flame Diagram!"
An enormous Heavenly Flame Pattern appeared under Mo Fan's feet. Thick, red lines of flames drew the outline of a door made of lava!
The Demonic Lava Gate opened and connected to the Earth's crust. Lava gushed out from the Earth's crust, forming a terrifying pillar of lava that shot toward Count Syon who was floating in the air.
Count Syon's body was bathed in boiling liquid. Soon, he was turned into a dried corpse.
The pitch-black corpse fell back onto the road and smashed it into pieces.
Mo Fan took a deep breath. Using a few spells in a short period of time was like holding one's breath. He needed some time to adjust.
However, the dried corpse on the street crawled up.
He stood up. The two nostrils under his nose contracted rapidly.
Instantly, more red threads of air flowed toward him. It was like thousands of thin streams were gathering in one place.
The dried corpse was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His pitch-black blood clots were filling up. His skin that was so charred that it could not be seen grew back.
The flames on his body had yet to disperse, but he was already as good as new. His recovery speed was many times faster than Healing Magic. It was shocking!
"He grew back so quickly?" Mo Fan knew the Blood Tribe had the ability to drink blood and heal themselves. However, this old man's recovery speed was too fast. He did not even have time to catch his breath!
"I asked you to remember my name, idiot!" Syon roared.
He was the Death God. The Death God did not care about the names of mortals. However, the Death God's name must be remembered. Thousands of years later, as long as he mentioned his name, the mortals would submit to him and offer him their blood!
"What a bunch of dregs of blood. Compared to the past, they are far too weak," Syon raised his arms up high.
Mofan had not seen such a pretentious scoundrel in a long time!
"If we were in that era, you wouldn't even have the right to kneel in front of me, let alone be buried by me!" Sean kept talking, as if dealing with Mofan here was a dirty job.
Mofan had already adjusted his aura.
"After living for a thousand years, you still look like a sewer. A bug is a bug. No matter how long you live, you can't become a real dragon. Do you understand?" Mofan said to the talkative vampire.
Sure enough, even the slightest bit of disrespect could make this thousand-year-old vampire fly into a rage.
Especially Mofan, who hit the nail on the head!
"How would a lowly human like you know the nobility of the Night God's bloodline? Dragons are nothing more than giant lizards in our eyes!" Syon's figure started floating like a ghost.
Mofan's Dark Veins started surging, especially the skin on his back. It felt cold.
He turned around and realized that Vampire Count Syon had appeared behind him without him noticing. His sharp fangs were exposed in the air. They were as long as a finger and as thin as a needle!
Mofan threw a punch without hesitation. Sparks flew from the friction between his fist and the air. A bright red fist mark flew towards Vampire Count Syon.
Syon let out an eerie laugh. His body moved away in a strange manner, like a model on a runway. He had his back facing Mofan as he spoke to himself.
"Once upon a time, I had vast lands. Only beautiful and pure girls were my drinks."
"But soon, such an era will come again. Darkness will take control of this place once again. We, the Dark Ones, will become your masters!"
Mofan released lightning from his hand. Several hundred arcs of lightning twisted together and fiercely threw them at Count Syon.
The lightning was full of power. Jiao Zuo's aura spread out.
Count Syon was still talking, but he used an extremely disdainful tone.
However, this voice came from the other side of Mofan.
Count Syon, who had his back facing him, turned into a cloud of black gas and dissipated in the powerful lightning arcs.
Count Syon was only about ten meters away from Mofan. He paced back and forth, using words to provoke Mofan and tease Mofan.
Mofan didn't feel impatient because of this.
He carefully observed Count Syon.
This Vampire's movement was very strange.
Did he have several Shadow Clones? Or was it something similar to Fleeing Shadow?
However, Fleeing Shadow left traces. It wasn't like Blink, where one would appear in another location out of thin air.
Mofan had no idea what kind of trick the Vampire was using. He was no longer in a rush to attack.
"Who are you? How dare you use a destructive spell here? Please show us your permit at once. Otherwise, we will arrest you!"
As Mo Fan was busy dealing with Sion, a few people in the outfits of City Hunters yelled at him at the end of the street.
There was a middle-aged man at the end of the street.
There was a female Wind Mage on top of the building.
There were also three City Hunters who had surrounded them from different directions.
"Back off, don't come any closer!" Mofan frowned.
The City Hunters were quite efficient. They had arrived at the scene so quickly.
"Are you kidding me? We are the City Hunters, the protectors of the city. You should back off," the female Wind Mage in the air said.
The female Wind Mage had Wing Equipment. She was wearing a pair of blue wings. Her voice was filled with pride as she looked down from above.
"Tsk tsk!"
Suddenly, a strange laugh came from beside the female Mage.
The female Mage was not paying attention to it when an old face suddenly appeared beside her neck.
By the time she reacted, the vampire Sean had bitten open her neck, and blood flowed out like watermelon juice.
"Damn it, can't you have some common sense as a City Hunter!?" Mofan cursed.
Mofan was obviously scolding the female Mage.
Did she really think she was something just because she had Wing Equipment? How dare she fly into a dangerous area without permission?
Mofan was once a member of the City Hunters.
The first thing a City Hunter would do when they were in a situation was to evaluate their level.
If they were unable to handle the situation on their own, they would immediately notify South Wing and let a stronger group of people handle the situation.
Mofan had already told them to back off, yet the female Mage had already sent herself to her death!
"Zhou Li!"
The young man on the roof yelled furiously. He was about to jump into the air to save the female Mage called Zhou Li.
"Do you have a death wish? Piss off if you aren't a Super Mage!"
It turned out that Mofan, who was on the ground, had blinked in front of the young man. He grabbed the young man who was about to die.
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