High in the sky, Priscilla flapped her blood-red wings, as agile and deadly as a hawk.
After learning about her self-healing ability, Priscilla became even bolder in battle.
He handled the rain of arrows and the sea of star-like spears with ease.
However, after fighting for several hours, her movements soon began to slow down.
Although the body is strong, fatigue is unavoidable.
The altitude of flight gradually decreased, and the speed also slowed down.
Vampires have a strong ability to survive; they can live with just a few drops of blood.
However, this strong vitality also has significant weaknesses.
That is, endurance is limited.
Once too much blood is used for recovery, it is necessary to find a new source of fresh blood.
Blood, whether from humans or animals, is their source of recovery.
The better the recovery effect, the better the blood comes from a stronger host.
This is why vampires always manage to gain the upper hand in battles against other creatures.
Because in their eyes, the wounds of others are a sacrifice of blood, which can continuously nourish them.
However, vampires are clearly at a disadvantage when facing the undead.
Because the dead are not living beings, not a drop of blood flows within them; only the flames of their souls burn within them.
Once they lose the advantage of absorbing fresh blood, vampires' stamina drops rapidly, falling far short of that of undead.
Now, the dusty land is covered with eerie green undead.
They held weapons in their hands, and the flames inside their bodies burned more fiercely than ever before.
Faced with such a magnificent scene for the first time, and having experienced the smoke and fire of the battlefield, Priscilla's physical strength began to be exhausted.
If she had avoided more harm in the first place, she might have lasted longer.
However, due to her lack of combat experience, she overlooked a crucial prerequisite.
Self-healing also requires an injection of blood.
And now?
She was starting to feel the strain.
As she flew at low altitude, her body pressed down, and the blade burning with eerie green flames grazed the air, almost slicing her back.
Priscilla quickly dodged the massively descending Starry Sky Greatsword.
The perilous situation made her realize that things couldn't continue like this.
After dodging a barrage of attacks, Priscilla looked up at the blue-purple star barrier in the distance.
The monk is still locked up there, but now there is no sound from inside.
She will persevere.
Just as this thought arose in my weary mind, a fierce roar suddenly shook the entire dusty land.
Awooo!
The fierce roar surged like a tidal wave, and the sound alone shattered several undead soldiers in front of them.
But soon, they, who were immortal, were resurrected.
That earth-shattering roar drew the attention of all the dead.
Priscilla also soared into the sky, looking in the direction of the sound.
High in the sky, eerie green flames burned, and white bones were visible, as if death had descended.
Within those eerie green flames, a familiar figure was enveloped in the green flames.
That's Aurelion.
Aurelion stood atop a dragon undead made of bones.
Ghostly flames pierced through her pupils, and the will-o'-the-wisps seemed to adorn her like stars.
An angry roar shattered the silence once more. High in the sky, Priscilla was so shaken that she almost forgot to flap her wings.
Aurelion, now in her undead form, was engulfed in even hotter flames than before.
However, her skin was as pale as a ghost in the shadows.
His body also seemed slightly hunched, as if he were weak, like a tower about to collapse.
She was breathing heavily as she forcefully controlled the demonic dragon beneath her.
Although physically exhausted, his gaze, as cold and ruthless as ice diamonds, pierced through the darkness.
It swept across the sky like a biting wind, coldly falling upon the dusty earth.
She stood up, resembling an extremely cold and aloof undead queen.
The voice flowed from the deathly pale skin, low and hollow:
"Thank you for your hard work, Priscilla."
The undead flames behind Aurelion rolled, controlling a massive fifth-tier magical dragon.
Within the enormous and terrifying skeletal dragon's body, the flames between its ribs shone as brightly as diamonds.
In the gap between heaven and earth, fierce flames spread wildly from the dragon's mouth, illuminating the entire battlefield engulfed in flames.
The undead warriors, consumed by the fire of souls, turned into scorched earth.
The knights of the flowing nebula were also destroyed by the terrible flames, turning into stars that were swallowed by the drifting smoke and dust and then disappeared into the sky.
Priscilla fell from the sky and landed on the ground, panting heavily, her eyes filled with shock.
Watching the undead dragons swarming across the sky slaughter their enemies is like watching the vast starry river before dawn.
So handsome...
After Viktor's long training, Aurelion's combat experience and awareness have become very sophisticated.
While not top-tier, they are certainly outstanding.
After all, Viktor's approach to training Aurelion was as if he were raising her himself.
As Priscilla slowly recovered, she leaned against the ground, half-raising her heavy eyelids, her gaze fixed on the battlefield.
Now, she is hiding in the place where Aurelion had just hidden.
Suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled the air.
As a vampire, she keenly sensed this scent.
She sensed it intuitively, reaching out with trembling hands.
Um?
Why is there blood where the imperial princess just hid?
But she had no time to think.
After a wave of attacks, the necromancers who had been scattered by the attacks also came to their senses.
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