I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means-Chapter 639 - 421: The Death of the Legendary Vampire! _2

Chapter 639: Chapter 421: The Death of the Legendary Vampire! _2

Is this the full extent of a Legendary Strongman’s strength?

If Benfica had wielded his full strength from the beginning, he might not have been able to withstand even a single attack.

Lis’s eyes were tightly fixed on the center of the battlefield, not missing any detail.

For him, it was a rare opportunity.

Benfica no longer had the casual demeanor that Lis did, facing Burns’s moves, he realized that the descriptions of the Blood Clan indeed had no discrepancies.

He really was no match!

The blood-red chains that bound Benfica gradually faded, but he clearly understood it was not because the chains’ effects were ineffective, but because he himself had already been completely locked in.

It wasn’t a physical lock, but more of a mark on his location.

What terrified Benfica the most was that he could no longer feel his connection with Lord Demogorgon.

Could these blood-red chains cut off Lord Demogorgon’s power?

Legendary Strength couldn’t possibly do such a thing, so which deity’s power was it from?

Burns didn’t care about Benfica’s thoughts. As a member of the Blood Clan, having followed the ancestor Cain through countless years, he naturally knew the secrets of these vampires.

They, having been tempted and fallen by the Abyss Power, had entirely forgotten their origins; perhaps they still knew the name of Cain, but those corrupted ones would never receive Cain’s attention or blessings, no matter how they called out or prayed.

Burns had not taken action in a long time; over the years, he had relied on slumbering through the era.

In some sense, the passage of time had lost its meaning for him.

He had experienced too much, and very little could capture his attention anymore.

But a Legendary Vampire intruding into his territory was something he simply could not ignore.

For some reasons, Lord Cain had already given up on saving these vampires, but that did not affect his contempt for them.

Previously when Angela summoned Cain’s power, he had detected this Legendary Vampire’s presence, but at that time, he had not found traces of Benfica in the Bolin Kingdom, so he had let it be.

Little did he expect that this guy would dare to pursue Angela and even come to his territory.

For many reasons, Burns decided not to hold back.

He slowly swung the blood-red scythe in his hand, each swing accompanied by a screeching sound as it tore through the air, sharp and terrifying, like a call from Hell.

The blood-red scythe drew bloodied arcs in the air, each stroke seeming to carry an endless aura of death, chilling to the bone.

Benfica’s eyes filled with caution, he tried his best to dodge the slashing attacks coming at him, each one nearly grazing his body as it passed.

Benfica soon realized that dodging was futile; the slashes, as if having eyes of their own, tightly followed his every move, leaving him no escape.

Upon realizing he couldn’t completely dodge the attacks, a look of resolve flashed in Benfica’s eyes. He knew if he didn’t counterattack, continually dodging was meaningless.

He took a deep breath, and a thick, corrupted blood light burst forth from his body, forming a dense blood shield around him. The shield, like a layer of flowing viscous blood, emitted an unsettling stench.

Burns remained unchanged, calmly observing Benfica’s movements, the blood-red scythe in his hand never paused.

Numerous fierce slashes, like an angry blood-colored giant dragon, carrying the howling wind and deadly chill, violently collided with Benfica.

At the moment of impact, a deafening noise echoed through the night sky, as if even the stars trembled, causing Lis’s ears to go temporarily deaf.

Immediately after, a powerful shockwave erupted from the point of impact, distorting and warping the air around it.

The blood shield trembled violently under the impact of the slashes, but Benfica clenched his teeth, desperately maintaining its stability. However, the slashing storm was too powerful; after holding on for a moment, the blood shield finally began to collapse.

With the shattering of the shield, a dense blood mist instantly exploded, enveloping the battlefield.

As the blood mist gradually dissipated, a fearsome wound appeared on his chest, resembling a deep red chasm slicing across much of his body, dyeing his opulent garments a startling red.

Benfica gasped for breath, his chest heaving, no longer possessing his previous superior demeanor.

The injury on his chest was healing at a visible rate, the fine, dense wounds like those from a slow laceration were already healing.

However, Benfica’s complexion did not improve; it turned even paler.

The sensation of being torn at the soul caused him immense pain, and his eyes even bore a hint of hatred.

He chose not to beg Burns for mercy again; the severing of the blood-red chains had cut off his external communications, signaling that the opponent wanted to keep him there permanently.

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There was nothing left to discuss!

After all, he had been a Legendary being for many years; naturally, he would not choose to give up and continue begging in such a childish manner.

At this point, only a desperate struggle would give him a chance of survival.

Benfica didn’t stay put, he directly opted to attack Burns.

His speed exploded to the extreme in an instant, leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

The dense blood light in his hands transformed into ominous claws, all his muscles tensed as if focusing all his power into the impending attack.