"Boom!"
Seven half-dead bodies landed right next to Maxwell's feet.
Maxwell was shocked.
These guys are still peak Venerate rank experts! Why do they resemble cabbages at the street stalls and are completely useless in a fight?
Of course…
That's because Dracula was simply too powerful.
"Humph!"
"Not a single one that can fight properly." As Dracula's voice faded, he pulled back his World of Slaughter. The bloody environment disappeared and reverted to the night sky dotted with star lights as if nothing had happened. The only difference was that there were now seven figures groaning in pain scattered on the ground.
It took less than a second!
If it weren't for Maxwell's request, Dracula could absolutely instakill all seven of them.
This kind of strength was too fierce, too powerful!
Maxwell grinned ferociously as he started cracking his knuckles. He walked over to one elderly party and said with a smile: "If I didn't remember wrongly, you should be called George?"
