Chapter 150:
The Count of White Mountain was already infuriated upon seeing his loyal attendant’s pitiful state.
The young count immediately drew his noble’s sword from his hand. It was not the blade whip, night blade, or knuckle blade commonly used by the Thorn Vampires for assassination. However, it was certainly no ordinary weapon.
As the blade left its sheath, a bone-chilling cold gust rushed down, with delicate frost visibly weaving onto the slender sword blade, rapidly gathering to form a lethal spirit frost blade atop the transparent ice layer.
This cool entrance made Murphy blink his eyes.
He wasn’t sure if this was a weapon effect or a unique power of the vampire count before him.
Behind the Count of White Mountain, three Thorn Vampires also glided elegantly into the courtyard. However, compared to the Blood Vulture Clan, their small wings spread out looked quite laughable. Those short and exquisite Blood Wings made Murphy worry that they might break on the next flap due to the weight.
They could never support a vampire soaring freely in the sky. Indeed, flight was the privilege of Blood Vultures under the midnight!
“But it doesn’t matter, the little ones are quite adorable.”
Murphy raised his Desire Demon Blade and said to Maxim beside him: