Count Johnny's eyes shone with a fierce light as he stared at the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Mo's hand, revealing a flickering glow of greed.
"What a powerful treasure, even my Prison Blood Claw can be blocked!"
Count Johnny's two drooping arms were covered with black fur, and his ten fingers were eerily elongated, extending to blade-like thirty centimeters, with strands of strange blood energy entwined on them.
"I want all your blood and treasure."
Count Johnny opened his mouth, his ferocious face revealing two sharp fangs, tearing through the air with a thick blood fog at an extremely fast speed towards Lin Mo.
"Demon Slayer." Lin Mo grinned, drawing his sword. The azure broadsword seemed larger than his body, yet in his hand, it was as light as it appeared to fall slowly, but suddenly, it struck as fast as thunder and mist.
Count Johnny's eyes showed shock as he flew swiftly, immediately maneuvering his body in a circular arc, the azure sword light seemed to freeze space, the coldness biting the skin.
Swish!
Just barely, Count Johnny changed direction, narrowly missing the sword light, glancing down.
The sword light, like when Pangu split heaven and earth, slashed into the wilderness, striking several row villas, revealing a deep gully about a hundred meters long, rubble and concrete flying on both sides.
Count Johnny's eyes emitted a flickering cold light, both palms out, and between ten fingers, something shot out, the piercing sound of air being broken, ten slender fingernails like bloody rainbows aimed directly at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's sword had not yet been withdrawn, and as Count Johnny narrowly missed the sword light, he had already quickly approached Lin Mo, the two less than twenty meters apart, with the speed of those ten blood-colored rainbows and such a short distance, it was impossible to dodge.
"No matter how strong you are, you must die here today!"
"Oh really?"
Lin Mo grinned.
"Damn it!"
Count Johnny's eyes widened, looking back to see hundreds of golden light and shadow swords congealed directly behind him in the sky, shooting forth. At the same time, Lin Mo's arm moved like an afterimage, drawing a circle in the void, a Yin Yang pattern faintly appearing before him, extremely blurry. The ten blood-colored rainbows silently pierced into the Yin Yang pattern, disappearing without a trace, never appearing before Lin Mo.
Count Johnny was enveloped in a boa-like blood fog, spreading black wing-like feathers around himself, forming a cocoon-like black egg with strands of black and red mist swirling around it!
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
The golden light and shadow swords hit his body, but it was like hitting a metal plate, emitting a crisp sound, unable to break through the defense, even surprising Lin Mo a bit.
Although the hundreds of light and shadow swords couldn't pierce the defense, the power contained in each light sword shook Count Johnny, making his whole body tremble with the collective force.
"I will kill you!"
As the light and shadow swords vanished, Count Johnny opened his wings, showing a ferocious and terrifying expression, his sharp fangs reflecting a cold gleam under the moonlight, his muscles twitching violently, and the blood energy cloaking his body growing even stronger.
"His strength is nearly equal to an Innate being!" Lin Mo thought, astounded, as the opponent transformed into a massive Blood Light Bat swooping towards him, trailing a series of misty blood fog.
Space subtly rippled, and the blood fog in the air subtly changed, fiercely eroding Lin Mo's true essence qi shield from all directions.
In barely ten breaths, the blood fog had eroded the qi shield completely, and before Lin Mo could conjure another one, the blood fog surrounded him.
Instantly, Lin Mo felt his inner energy destabilize, even his power and speed greatly reduced.
"Heh heh, under my Blood Mist Domain, you're already dead!"
Count Johnny transformed into a blood mist shadow, swiftly and erratically attacking, known for speed and mysterious abilities like bats, with Blood Clan seemingly closely linked to them.
Lin Mo gripped the Xuanyuan Sword, steeling himself, slashing in mid-air. After missing a strike, he instantly returned the sword to his right shoulder.
Meanwhile, Count Johnny's shadow appeared on the right, solidifying in an instant, showing a terrifying grimace, with two sharp fangs gleaming bloodthirstily, and two blood marks clashing against the broad Xuanyuan Sword, making a sharp, piercing sound.
Lin Mo shifted slightly to the left, frowning with sword eyebrows.
These races with powerful bloodlines possessed innate talents, far beyond ordinary humans in battle. For example, if two cultivators of the same level faced each other, the one with a special bloodline would have a significant advantage.
However, in the vast starry sky, humans have produced super strong beings because they are closest to nature's spiritual energy, and their potential is the greatest; through arduous training, they too became super strong under the stars.
"Blood Shadow Frenzy Kill!"
A blood-colored storm formed almost instantly within the blood-fogged space, spinning violently, frantically approaching Lin Mo.
Lin Mo took a step forward, causing the space beneath his feet to ripple slightly, as if with some mysterious meaning, just stepping lightly, his body moved fifty meters away, avoiding the oncoming Blood Dragon Vortex.
"This is his domain; he can use it to its full potential, manipulating all energies within this domain."
Lin Mo thought to himself.
"Hmm?"
Count Johnny was evidently surprised, never expecting Lin Mo to be so quick.
"If you're deploying a domain, then I'll deploy mine too." Lin Mo's dark eyes sparkled with fierce light, wielding the Xuanyuan Sword, he swung, each azure sword light laced with white bloomed like a flower, turning the entire surrounding sky into a vast white expanse, cold air pervading as if there was only Lin Mo in this
realm, he was the deity of this land.
Snowfall spiraled down, turning the world into a white wilderness.
"Shadowless Kill!"
The Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Mo's hand transformed into a normal-sized treasure sword, with an incredibly sharp blade. As it swung, ethereal sword shadows danced in the sky, each stroke carrying unstoppable killing force and icy chill, each strike so sharp it was nearly breath-stealing.
Within the enveloping blood fog, Count Johnny's eyes flared with rage, whirling up a blood mist, he turned to flee!