The moment he heard the sound of the sword, the High Priest of Blood Mist reacted, took a step back, and his body was instantly shrouded in the suddenly rising blood mist.

Swish!

The invisible sword energy whistled and slashed into the suddenly rising blood mist, dispersing most of the blood mist in an instant, just like a house without a roof.

But Camus stood there, still holding the sword without moving, as if the sharp invisible sword energy just now was not one of his.

It's so terrifying. The sword intent emitted by just a thought almost completely cut off my blood mist. Is this the true legendary strength?

Hiding in the blood mist, the Blood Mist High Priest looked with fear at the Elf Sword Master opposite him who seemed to be looking at him through the blood mist.

We cannot confront him head-on. The most important thing right now is to lead our Lord.

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and the Blood Mist High Priest made a decision quickly.

Woo!

whoosh!

whoosh!

whoosh!

The blood energy surrounding the blood-red robe of the Blood Mist High Priest instantly transformed into circular blood blades that scraped out and attacked Camus on the opposite side.

Looking at the oncoming circular blood blades, Camus carefully clenched the rapier in his hand. In an instant, Camus moved slightly, and the rapier in his hand turned into a silver afterimage, forming a layer of dreamy silver light in front of him. The flying circular blood blades melted in the air and dissipated into wisps of blood the moment they came into contact with the light.

Bang!

After breaking the circular blood blade and retracting the sword, Camus kicked the ground hard, and his body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the blood mist. The rapier in his hand turned into a silver ray and stabbed in front of him.

bass!

A silver light flashed on the tip of the rapier, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

"It's not easy to deal with..." Looking at the dazzling silver light coming from outside the blood mist, the Blood Mist High Priest narrowed his eyes, waved his arm, and the blood mist around him began to surge.

boom!

The blooming silver light and the swirling blood mist collided with each other, causing a violent explosion.

With the two as the center, silver light and blood mist continued to expand and spread, and invisible air waves swept in all directions.

Click, click, click!

The ground in the open space began to crack layer by layer and was blown away by the air wave. The nearby trees and grass were also broken by the fierce air wave and flew into the air.

Whoosh whoosh…

The wind wave only stopped when it reached the outskirts of the forest. Looking from above, the entire Cohan Forest was reduced to a sparse circle of trees on the periphery. Starting from the two light balls in the middle, the surroundings were completely razed to the ground, and even huge spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground. Perhaps from now on, this place will no longer be called Cohan Forest, and it can't even be considered a forest.

After an unknown amount of time, the silver light and blood light that collided in the center gradually faded away, revealing two figures, one standing upright and the other half-kneeling on the other side.

"Huh..." He was no match for him in a head-on confrontation, but luckily he didn't know much about blood and energy, so he managed to trick him.

Looking at the Elf Sword Master standing opposite him, the Blood Mist High Priest slowly stood up, taking the time to regulate the somewhat chaotic power in his body.

After a few seconds of confrontation, Camus suddenly took a step forward, and a faint breath of blood was discharged from his pores. Damn it, he actually tricked me. I didn't expect that after taking the Fountain of Life, the flow of my breath would be blocked by this strange breath. No wonder the elves and vampires have been mortal enemies for a long time.

Looking at the bloody figure opposite, Camus' eyes became solemn.

'Shelter of the Wind' Woo!

A breeze gradually blew around Camus, making his body feel lighter. He already knew that the opponent's strength had a great impact on him, so he naturally couldn't be hit again. After blessing himself with the secret technique, Camus rushed towards the Blood Mist High Priest again. The "Spiral Gale" blew out from Camus' body, suddenly propping up his already loose clothes. The elf rapier stabbed out again, and the sword tip gradually wrapped around the whirlwind, forming a small hurricane attached to the sword body, sucking the surrounding gravel and debris into the hurricane along the way.

Boom boom boom ~ Looking at the huge hurricane sweeping over, the Blood Mist High Priest exhaled helplessly. He could only stop and continue to calm the chaotic breath in his body. He could no longer dodge because the speed was too fast, the range was too large, and it had completely locked onto him.

Looking at the hurricane that was not far away in the blink of an eye, the Blood Mist High Priest could already feel the strong wind whistling on his face and body, and his expression was a little solemn.

Taking a half step back, the Blood Mist High Priest's hands turned into blood-red afterimages and, in conjunction with spells, he set up nearly ten layers of defensive spells in front of him in a short period of time.

boom!

Click~ Seeing that the small hurricane had triggered the first layer of defense spell he had set up, the Blood Mist High Priest stopped and sighed.

"It's too late. This is all we can do in such a hurry..." All kinds of gorgeous and strange blood lights kept appearing and flashing in front of Hurricane and the Blood Mist High Priest, but eventually dissipated one by one, and finally arrived in front of the Blood Mist High Priest.

He watched as the originally fierce hurricane had its power mostly dissipated by the defensive spells he had set up, and it no longer had the mighty power it had before.

But the Blood Mist High Priest did not relax at all, because the opponent's killer move was not this hurricane...

The real killer move is in the hurricane...

The eyes of the Blood Mist High Priest shone with red light, as if he had passed through the hurricane in front of him and saw the figure in the hurricane...

And the unremarkable rapier in the figure's hand.

Feeling the powerful edge contained in the hurricane, a trace of blood and energy surged from the palm of the left hand of the Blood Mist High Priest, and a black gas ball appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Looking at the target right in front of him, a gleam of brilliance flashed in Camus' eyes in the hurricane, and his sword-holding wrist slightly tilted, boom!

The hurricane exploded violently, and huge wind pressure rushed in all directions. The first to bear the brunt of the wind pressure was the nearest High Priest of Blood Mist.

Feeling the impact of the wind pressure with ripples visible to the naked eye, the Blood Mist High Priest put his arms in front of him, and a layer of blood light enveloped him.

Bang!

The Blood Mist High Priest groaned, feeling a bloody taste rising up his throat. Although it was a bit reluctant, he still took on the huge impact caused by the hurricane's explosion.

He knew that the most critical moment had come, and as long as his plan succeeded this time, there would be a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, following the wind pressure, Camus's sword also arrived, ding!

The ordinary rapier, without any light, pierced the blood-red barrier covering the blood mist high priest.

Crack~ Where the tip of the sword touched, spider-web-like cracks appeared densely.

Looking at the panicked figure in front of him, Camus increased the strength in his hands, and the breeze around him sped up.

Ping!

The blood-colored barrier was broken, and Camus turned into a shadow with the sword in his hand and rushed straight to the neck of the person in front of him.

Swish!

! Phew!

Silver light flashed, blood splattered everywhere, "Blood!

dark!"

There was a dull sound in the air...