Chapter 208: The Soulless Heading to Hell_2

But there was a sound like "sizzle—", and those two strong Whisker Demons seemed to be deflated balloons, shriveled and dried up, their entire bodies drained of blood, leaving only two dirty, hideous skins with their chin tendrils still twitching.

"Pop."

The two drained skins were discarded onto the ground like two pieces of rag.

And that "Mortal" was hovering mid-air, still pale-faced, a flash of blood-red light flickering through his dark eyes, surrounded by thick blood mist, with a crimson cloak billowing behind him.

"Tsk, now that's what I call a surprise."

The Vampire, or rather the Swashbuckler, looked disdainfully at the Whisker Demons on the ground, speaking in a lazy, slightly mocking noble tone.

However, the next moment, his cloak was yanked violently, almost causing him to tumble to the ground, stripping away the aura of the Vampire Noble.