Chapter 683
One had to admit that when it came to the techniques of murder and scheming, these elves were as pure as rabbits that had never seen the true face of the world.
Despite how wicked and sly they had already imagined the enemy to be, they were still continually falling into the many tricks and traps of the otherworldly witches when they fought them.
Of the two parties engaged in the pursuit, the elves undoubtedly had the advantage in numbers and power; there was no question that they were the hunters. Meanwhile, the vampires numbered only one to two hundred. They should be the prey. They should be thinking about how to escape the elves. They couldn’t and shouldn’t have the courage to turn back and bite at the elves.
However, these vampires insisted on going against that logic. They hid most of their elites within the pile of elf corpses and waited for the fish to bite the hook.
This ‘fish’ was the ‘loudmouth’ that could bring disaster to the vampire horde– the Second Grade Elven Diviner Master Kimbell.
As the corpse pile exploded, a large cloud of blood mist instantly enveloped the place, engulfing an area of several dozens of meters in utter darkness. The screeching bats flew about like headless flies, madly attacking every elf around them.
Strangely enough, not one bat tried to get near the elven diviner!
If the enemy had planned this attack, how could they possibly have forgotten about a character as important as the elven diviner?
The mist trembled. Elven Diviner Master Kimbell let loose with her feet with no regard as to her old age. Her body had just charged past the area of the mist and was reaching at Natasha when an unbearably sharp blood arrow pierced her head and spun out of the middle of her forehead.
The blood energy within the arrow had dissolved the brain of the diviner, leaving her head completely empty.
A loud explosion rang out as the diviner’s head exploded. The fountain of blood spurted three meters high and completely soaked the elves and druids around them.
Natasha let out a furious growl and threw herself into the blood mist.
Currently, there were as many as eleven Second Grade elves within the mist, while the other Second Grades were keeping a vigilant watch on the outside and continuously casting Nature’s Light to purify the blood energies. However, what they never expected was how the dense blood mist seemed to be endlessly replenished. Even with so many elves casting at the same time, they could not rapidly purify the fog.
Natasha and the druids that had broken into the blood mist seemed to be trapped in a fearsome swamp of blood. It didn’t matter how they struggled and ran. Their speed had been suppressed tremendously.
The ferocious vampire witch even seemed to have created countless clones of herself, fighting everyone at the same time.
Pained grunts, the sound of nails piercing flesh, the noise of splashing blood, and everyone’s angered roars and growls could be heard.
“Open.”
Druid Elder Toril reached the blood mist and let out a savage roar. A massive green halo immediately crashed down on the blood mist.
The elves and druids within and outside the blood mist felt nothing. However, as the core of the blood mist itself, Mary felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her barely recovered body was instantly covered with hundreds and thousands of fine cuts. The flowing fountains of blood soaked her and turned her a crimson color.