SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 694 Domain Coordination

The monstrous creature emerged from the darkness with composed steps, looming above the others, its red fur marked by luminous runic marks. Its gaze fixed on Damon with icy precision, lips curling to expose sharp, extended fangs.

"Blood sucker," it snarled. "You stink of frailty. You shouldn't have entered this place. This isn't your kind of battlefield."

This thing can speak too? Damon gave a faint smile. "So perhaps I'll just go?"

The monster bared its teeth in a grin, a vicious spark flashing in its eyes. "Go? What will you do once you're gone? Your whole existence will be haunted by feebleness and averageness. You'll slink back to your pitiful origin, always curious about the thrill of a true battlefield."

The surrounding werevampires chuckled deeply and savagely, their blood auras surging in harmony with their leader's spite.

Damon cocked his head a bit, seemingly pondering the statement for real. "Hm," he murmured following a brief silence. "That seems rather troublesome."

The monster's smile stretched further. "Then get on your knees. I could let you join our ranks. You'll discover the splendor of our path and, above all, how to battle. Shine on this doomed field and savor triumph when our group dominates the world!"

"Alright. That works. But here's a little idea. Why don't you all serve under me instead?" In an instant without notice, Damon lunged forward. Teleporting free from the surround wasn't possible, yet his velocity turned his actions into a haze.

Blood tendrils sprang up all around in a flash, and Damon's form struck at three frontline werevampires. Meanwhile, divine blades poured from above, stabbing right through the cluster of bulky forms.

Surprisingly, the battle's flow didn't shift right away. Scarlet sigils ignited over the earth, weaving into a rough yet functional array. A thick, suffocating presence erupted from below while the slain werevampires' blood refused to fade. Rather, it reversed course, slithering along the sigils like animated vessels.

The entire pack bellowed together.

The trio of corpses Damon had sliced apart jerked wildly, then burst into red vapor clouds that surged toward the chief. The leader drew in a massive breath, its torso inflating as the blood merged into its body. Its sinews bulged hideously, runic scars glowing fiercer while its aura surged once more.

The leader wasn't alone in transforming. Every abomination bulked up simultaneously, skeletons snapping and reshaping under blood-red pelts. Their builds grew denser, talons stretched longer, and blood auras detonated. Fierce killing intent, slaughterous will, and a wild frenzied force saturated the atmosphere.

Suddenly, Damon's sight grew hazy. Rather than merely a handful of werevampires, it felt like endless numbers encircled him.

The leader reared its head and let out a mighty roar. All of them joined in the howl. The sigils underfoot blazed stronger, binding the pack in a unified mode. Injuries closed up in moments. Mana flowed at an abnormal pace. Their actions grew keener, shedding the final hints of animal clumsiness.

They charged at him once more. What followed turned into total mayhem. Damon was stunned as blows landed from all sides. Various strikes hurtled toward him. At the same time, talons raked from every direction. The werevampires blurred into motion.

Damon couldn't tell if illusions were at play, but the strikes and their damage to his health were undeniably genuine. There were so many, each powerful and swift. They assaulted without pause, ignoring their own safeguards.

The constant baying only worsened things. Damon found it impossible to concentrate. His motions felt confined, his thoughts weighed down, and his counters missed. Usually, against such numbers, he'd count on provoking their own attacks against each other. But that looked unfeasible here.

The werevampire monsters operated in perfect sync. It was like they shared a single mind.

That explained it, Damon mused darkly as a talon ripped over his shoulder and another crashed into his side, flinging him across the ground. They employed a hive-mind blood battle array.

He tumbled, just dodging a smashing footfall, and rose sputtering. Toxic blood leaked from his lips. His health dropped in tiny, persistent bits.

Damon smirked. This was precisely the challenge he sought. A formidable foe that could drive him to his absolute edge, life hanging in balance, and he'd located it at last. True practice began now.

The crushing might before him left Damon unshaken. Numbers didn't matter, whether one or a horde. He just needed to parry and counter each incoming threat. First, he released Blood Rain and Blood Storm, asserting his dominance over their combat ground.

The toxins didn't kill them outright but surely sapped their strength. He followed with poison burst, poison bloom, and poison devastation. These top area skills offered some aid. Yet they fell short overall.

Fortunately, they boosted his vitality and bought moments to steady himself amid the swarm of horrors. His mana core thrashed fiercely, eager for release, while mana streams boiled within him.

Damon held back no more. He tested fresh abilities he'd developed. [Divine Hurricane], merging divine force, wind force, and lightning force. Gale blades, first dozens then hundreds, formed inside the tempest, each inscribed with divine essence. Lightning charged them further.

Force surged as the hurricane burst forth. Damon held position at the storm's center, wild fervor on his features. "Bring it on!" He bellowed in reply, blending foul toxic blood force with divine might to smash the closest werevampire's visage.

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