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Ellick's expression changed instantly when he saw the Atomized Bloodburst Potion flying toward him. He dodged with incredible speed, rapidly putting some distance between them.

The Vampire Count's Body Technique was still quite fast—faster than the thrown Alchemy Potion.

The Alchemy Potion hit the ground. As the bottle shattered, a cloud of blood-red mist exploded outward and began to spread, but unfortunately, it failed to envelop Ellick.

Fang Zhen cursed inwardly. 'What a shame.' He knew it wasn't realistic to kill Ellick with these potions—the man was simply too fast. He abandoned the idea for the time being.

He threw the remaining potions toward the surrounding Iron Armor Guards and aberrant subjects.

Strictly speaking, while the Iron Armor Guards appeared human, their bodies relied on a 'Blood Core' to survive, making them more akin to the aberrants.

Wherever an Atomized Bloodburst Potion landed, a blood-red mist would erupt. Swathes of aberrants inhaled the atomized particles, their bodies rapidly swelling up before exploding and shattering into countless fragments.

The power of the Atomized Bloodburst Potion was like a reverse T-virus. It was airborne, and the effect was staggering.

Fang Zhen and Jorent hurled six or seven Atomized Bloodburst Potions, all aimed at the densest concentrations of aberrants. It may sound like a long process, but it was all over in a matter of seconds.

The aberrants, having never encountered such an attack, were completely bewildered and failed to react effectively.

By the time they realized what was happening and began to scream and scatter, about seventy percent of them had already been annihilated.

Seeing this turn of events, Gwendolyn, Karen, and the others felt their spirits soar.

"Excellent!"

Gwendolyn cried out in approval, and a flicker of hope lit up Karen's face.

"Leave the remaining aberrants to us!" Gwendolyn yelled. "Fang Zhen, you're the only one who poses a real threat to Ellick! He's all yours—you and your companion! We'll take care of the rest of these monsters!"

"Got it," Fang Zhen replied, his eyes locking onto Ellick.

Jilenna set down the gas canister she was carrying. Gripping her greatsword with both hands, she glanced at Ellick and asked, "This one?"

"Yeah."

"Fine by me. Of everyone here, he's the one I find most detestable," Jilenna said.

Ellick's face darkened.

The forces Ellick had spent years amassing had been more than halved in a single instant. Anyone in his position would be furious.

"My Lord Count, it is both surprising and vexing that the Whig Society had such tricks up their sleeve. However, I urge you not to be troubled," Tos said, holding his rapier. "Kill them, and you will gain many excellent new subjects for your experiments. It will more than make up for your losses. After all, quality is more important than quantity."

"You're right," Ellick said with a nod, his expression easing somewhat.

"What a good little dog," Karen, who was just about to engage the remaining aberrants, couldn't help but remark with cutting sarcasm.

"Tos, you're with me." Gwendolyn raised her One-Handed Sword and pointed it at him. "You've strayed too far down the wrong path. If I can't persuade you with words, then I'll have to convince you with my blade."

"The weapon of criticism is no substitute for the criticism of weapons," Fang Zhen said, hefting his long spear. "Let's move!"

He took the lead, spear in hand, and charged toward Ellick.

Jilenna charged out alongside Fang Zhen, her sights also locked on Ellick.

Ellick gave a cold laugh, his body moving like a phantom as he tried to evade their attack.

Ellick's raw speed was considerable, making it easy for him to create distance.

A moment later, however, Ellick's expression shifted.

With impeccable coordination, Fang Zhen and Jilenna had split to his flanks, forming a pincer.

Their formation seemed loose, but their movements were clearly designed to herd Ellick toward the other, consciously tightening the angle of their pincer.

Ellick frowned.

The Vampire Count fell back, but Fang Zhen and Jilenna pressed their encirclement, gradually forcing him toward the wall of the large hall.

Ellick's room to maneuver was shrinking, and his sense of danger was mounting.

After a moment's assessment, the Vampire Count made his choice, his phantom-like form lunging toward Jilenna.

It was probably because of their previous encounters. Fang Zhen's precognition-guided spearplay would ensnare Ellick like a spiderweb. It was like a black hole, silently and relentlessly swallowing him whole, leaving him no way to resist. He could only fall deeper and deeper into the inescapable web of the spear. The experience had terrified Ellick.

Jilenna, however, was a woman. She didn't seem as threatening as Fang Zhen. He decided it would be easier to break through her side of the pincer.

Ellick charged toward Jilenna, his phantom-like footwork creating a visual illusion before the Female Swordsman. In an instant, he seemed to split into three afterimages, making it impossible to discern his true form.

Ellick was clearly confident in his footwork. After a momentary feint to disorient Jilenna, his real body lunged forward, aiming to slit her throat.

Suddenly, Jilenna's greatsword shot up. As decisive and sudden as a clap of thunder, she swung it viciously outwards.

Ellick was stunned. He dodged at the last possible second, but his chest was still slashed open. The blade tore through his fine, noble attire, nearly disemboweling him.

Ellick retreated in haste.

He finally came to a halt after taking seven or eight steps back.

"How did you find my true position?" Ellick couldn't help but ask.

"When I swat a fly, I don't look where it is," Jilenna replied. "I just swing my sword by feel."

Ellick's face fell.

In all his years, this was the first time the Vampire Count had ever been compared to a fly.

Ellick felt utterly scorned.

In truth, Jilenna was probably just stating a blunt fact; the Female Swordsman simply didn't have a large pool of metaphors to draw from.

Fang Zhen had also closed in on Ellick, sweeping at him with his spear wreathed in Magic Flame.

Ellick fell back to evade the blow.

Just then, the flames on the spear erupted.

Fang Zhen's spear was over two meters long, but now, the flames on it suddenly flared, extending into a fiery torrent over four meters in length—more than double the spear itself. It looked like a colossal, multicolored staff of magical fire as it swept outwards.

Ellick hadn't anticipated this development. Caught completely off guard, he was engulfed by the Magic Flame.

Ellick's entire body was set ablaze. The Magic Flame dealt immense damage, charring and cracking his skin all over.

But the regenerative ability of an aberrant vampire was extraordinary; he quickly began to heal from the burns.

However, while the wounds could heal, the pain was agonizingly real.

Ellick let out a pained scream.

The flames on Fang Zhen's spear receded, gathering back onto the weapon itself.

This was the marvelous effect of the Magic Grease.

When burning normally, the Magic Grease would last for about half an hour. However, by channeling Spiritual Power into it, one could rapidly catalyze the combustion to create a sudden burst, just as he had done. The only drawback was that it shortened the total burn time.

Fang Zhen charged again toward the flaming Ellick, and Jilenna moved in as well, both intending to corner the Vampire Count against the wall.

Ellick, having suffered two consecutive setbacks and with flames still licking at his body, was now in a foul mood.

Seeing Fang Zhen and Jilenna charge him, Ellick suddenly let out a piercing shriek.

A faint, blood-red light pulsed from his body.

The red light extinguished the Magic Flame. At the same time, Fang Zhen felt the blood rush through his veins, his heart began to pound violently, and a sensation of his own blood literally beginning to boil rose within him.

This wasn't a metaphorical, hot-blooded passion; it was a literal, physical boiling.

At the same time, a feeling of terror began to well up inside him.

Without a second thought, Fang Zhen spun around—it was unclear whether it was out of fear or an attempt to get out of the ability's range.

Ellick's rage had already peaked. Seeing Fang Zhen turn to flee, exposing his back, the Count showed no courtesy. With fingernails as sharp as blades on his left hand, he lunged, stabbing toward the back of Fang Zhen's head.

It seemed as though Fang Zhen, with his back turned to the enemy, was about to have his skull pierced.

At that very moment!

Fang Zhen didn't turn around, but his spear did, thrusting backward with vicious speed before his body could follow.

The spear shot toward Ellick's head.

A classic move from traditional martial arts:

The Reversal Spear!