In the narrow corridor, four vampire guards turned around hastily, only to see the dark muzzles of guns already aimed at their foreheads.

At such close range, facing the hail of bullets, even as noble vampires with physical qualities and reaction speeds far exceeding ordinary people, they had no time to make any evasive maneuvers.

They could only watch helplessly as flames erupted from the gun muzzles, and bullets of various sizes and shapes spiraled into their foreheads.

Under the effects of a flesh-cutting machine, a large chunk of flesh and bone was carved away from thin air.

The four headless corpses collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously.

One of Chai Daxiaojie’s pale arms immediately split into two.

The four vampire corpses were forcibly kneaded into a large ball, like dough, and stuffed into the backpack – this way, it only took up one inventory slot, so there was no need to worry about not having enough space.

At the same time that the arm opened fire and killed the four vampire guards,

Li Ang, who was standing at the corner of the corridor, suddenly pulled out a Barrett M82A1 as he watched Caesar Tzimisce, who was about to run down the stairs. He held the gun body with his hand, braced the gunstock against his shoulder,

Held his breath, and the pupils behind the scope suddenly contracted as his finger fiercely pulled the trigger.

“Bang—”

The sound of the anti-material sniper rifle rang out, and the 12.7mm bullet shot out of the barrel at an initial velocity of 853m/s, traversing most of the corridor and heading towards the vampire viscount.

This time, Caesar Tzimisce finally couldn't dodge.

The narrow bullet directly pierced his left knee, and the enormous impact, like a hydraulic press, blasted his entire thigh into minced meat.

With one leg missing, he screamed miserably.

He tumbled forward for seven meters along the red-carpeted floor, like a rolling gourd.

Scarlet blood splattered everywhere, even staining the marble-tiled ceiling.

Caesar Tzimisce felt the blood flowing rapidly from his body, and finally understood how terrified and desperate those ordinary people who had their blood *yunxi* felt before they died.

He squeezed out the last bit of blood energy from his body, barely stopping the frantically spurting femoral artery.

But his body was completely exhausted, and he lay pale on the ground, listening to Li Ang's footsteps running towards him from behind.

Is this the end?

Caesar Tzimisce no longer had the strength to make any expressions.

Countless chaotic fragments of memories floated through his mind, and the scenes of the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

If he had the strength to speak, he would definitely struggle to turn his head, look at Li Ang, and ask, "Just who the hell are you?!

What kind of hatred do you have against me?"

Boom—

Suddenly, the ground far in front of where Caesar Tzimisce was lying exploded.

In the smoke-filled air, a tall figure faintly emerged.

It was a middle-aged strong man, wearing a decent robe, burly and sturdy, with sideburns and a beard.

Just now, he had used his palm, burning with blood energy flames, to tear open the concrete brick and stone, rushing straight up from downstairs and floating in the corridor.

He was Elias Tzimisce, Caesar's uncle, a vampire earl, and one of the strongest among the currently awakened members of the Tzimisce family.

Caesar, lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly felt a spark of hope rise in his heart. He didn't know where he got the strength, but he raised his head, stretched out his arms, and shouted loudly, "Save me! Uncle!"

Elias Tzimisce had a gloomy face and did not answer. He just flew over quickly.

At the same time, he clapped his palms forward fiercely, and the red robe behind him suddenly turned into liquid drops of blood, turning into a scarlet torrent that rushed towards Li Ang, who was charging forward.

"A demon hunter? Did the Northern Territory or the Vatican send you?"

Elias Tzimisce roared furiously, "How dare you attack the Tzimisce family? Aren't you afraid of starting a war?"

"If you want war, then war it is! I have plenty of Huo Xian Xiong Di!"

Li Ang shouted loudly, and the spider claw arm behind him continued to fire to suppress him.

His feet pushed against the wall, and his figure leaped like an ape on the walls and ceiling on both sides, barely avoiding the blood surging all over the ground.

"Big brother, you're bleeding too much,"

Li Ang shouted loudly while waving his long spear, activating bone gun blades towards this powerful enemy whose aura alone made his scalp tingle, "I suggest you use Sophie Super Overnight Sleep Sanitary Pads, the pink color is very suitable for a cold-faced, suit-wearing hunk like you!"

"You won't say? I'll make you say it."

Elias snapped his fingers expressionlessly, causing the blood surging on the ground to roll up Caesar Tzimisce, and then casually waved his hand, releasing a mass of blood that condensed into a circular shield in front of him, easily blocking the bone spear blade that was stabbing straight at his brow.

The bone spear blade was blocked by the blood shield, unable to advance an inch.

Li Ang shook the long spear, unleashing all his ripple energy, and pushed the spear blade again, chiseling towards the blood shield!

"Hmm?"

Elias felt the blood energy shield being rapidly dissolved by the ripple energy, and his face couldn't help but change. His hands turned from palms into fists, and he slammed them forward fiercely.

The shield instantly shattered and liquefied, and in an instant, it merged with the blood all over the ground, re-condensing into two giant fists that almost filled the entire corridor, and slammed fiercely towards Li Ang.

One punch slammed down, but hit nothing.

Li Ang had already used the bone blade that had returned with the triangular bone spear tip, wrapped around Caesar Tzimisce's neck, and dragged him towards himself.

At the same time, his figure retreated violently, and he had already escaped past the corner of the corridor in a flash.

The young one was beaten and the old one came. The oppressive force on that cold-faced man in the suit was too powerful. Once he got caught in a fight, he would be drowned by the endlessly reinforced vampire forces sooner or later.

There was no choice but to run.

Li Ang ran along the corridor while putting away his long spear, held the Poisonous Broken Blade across Caesar Tzimisce's neck, and asked coldly, "Where did you put Eileen Raphael's body?"

This noble vampire young master didn't know why this seemingly demon hunter old woman was chasing him,

Or why she was asking him the name of the girl he had killed a few days ago.

But he knew that the situation was critical at the moment.

It would be better not to speak.

Once he revealed the truth and lost his value,

He might have his life ended by a light stroke of the blade suspended on his neck.

He made up his mind to grit his teeth and say nothing.

But Li Ang was too lazy to waste time talking to him, and with a swift and clean stroke of the Poisonous Short Blade, he chopped off his remaining thigh and slashed fiercely at his left arm and shoulder.

"If you don't talk, you'll lose both your arms too."

Caesar's right leg, along with half of his suit pants, fell to the ground, and even his shoe flew out.

In an instant, he was bleeding profusely, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he screamed miserably, "Nineteen! Nineteenth floor!"