"Hahaha! You light-fearing worms dare come to the Abyss Army to die?"
He deliberately straightened his body, making his muscles gleam under the moonlight.
"Do you know who I am? I am Master Blake!"
Before he finished speaking, Blake suddenly surged forward.
His hands clasped the vampire's shoulders like iron hoops, his knuckles reddening from exertion and veins bulging beneath his scales.
"Give it to me..."
He was just about to exert force when he suddenly felt an irresistible power coming from the opponent's shoulder.
"You..."
Blake was horrified to find that his proud strength seemed to vanish like a mud ox into the sea.
Even more terrifying was that the vampire maintained that nonchalant expression.
His right hand slowly lifted and gently touched Blake's wrist under Blake's horrified gaze.
"Golden Rank?"
The vampire finally spoke, his voice calm and without ripple.
"In the Abyss, strength is the only rank."
