Chapter 94: Peculiar Restoration, an Untouchable Dream

Paralyzed!

Though it lasted only three seconds, it was enough to catch its opponent off guard.

The panther's claws froze mid-air as it let out an enraged roar into the night.

"No—"

Anran screamed, her voice filled with despair, as she watched Dennis' claws pierce Adam's abdomen—the most vulnerable spot on the beast.

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. With a heavy thud, the panther let out a mournful cry and collapsed onto the cold ground. Anran leapt off her bike and rushed toward Adam, but someone moved faster than her. Dennis, like a ghost, appeared in front of her.

Anran was lost in her grief over Adam's apparent death, seemingly oblivious to the danger closing in.

With the threat neutralized, Dennis leisurely extended his hand toward the girl.

In that instant.

"Ah—"

Dennis let out a howl of pain, his handsome yet pale face contorting with agony. Five deep gashes had been torn into his back by long, sharp claws.

How could this be? He had been certain…

Dennis hastily leapt onto a nearby tree, staring in disbelief at the strange panther. Its emerald eyes glowed menacingly in the darkness. How could this beast possess a restorative ability akin to that of a vampire? And its healing speed surpassed even that of an average vampire!

However, Dennis clearly didn't know that panthers, as felines, were adept climbers. 

Before the wounds on his back could fully heal, the panther had already scaled the tree, its claws digging into the bark with ease. Wincing in pain, Dennis leapt from the tree branch and began sprinting and dodging across the open ground.

Anran watched in astonishment as Adam fiercely pursued Dennis. The sudden reversal of the situation left her baffled. She had seen Dennis' claws sink into Adam's abdomen, the sharp nails stained with blood. But just as she had thought Adam was done for, the panther had sprung back to life, chasing Dennis with unrelenting vigor.

Meanwhile, Johnson, lying on the ground, opened his eyes. The bleeding had stopped, his wounds already healed. Under the moonlight, his face was paler than before, resembling a drowned ** . His entire throat had been torn out by the panther, leaving him severely weakened from blood loss. And here, only a young woman remained.

Her blood… it was the perfect nourishment.

Taking advantage of the panther's distraction, Johnson, with the stealth inherent to vampires hunting in the night, silently approached the girl from behind. He bared his fangs, aiming for her slender neck…

Anran, who had been intently watching the fight, suddenly felt a cold sense of danger. She whipped around to see Johnson, his fangs bared, closing in on her. Instinctively, she raised the cross she held in her hand, thrusting it between them.

"Hahaha… You don't actually think this little trinket scares me, do you?"

Johnson laughed mockingly at the naïve girl, even reaching out to take the cross from her. But as his eyes fell upon it—the rose thorns entwined around the cross, the ruby embedded at its center—his laughter abruptly ceased.

In that moment, his smile crumbled, replaced by an expression of sheer terror. It was a fear that seeped from the depths of his very being.

"Morris…"

He stared at the girl, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions. The once alluring young woman now seemed like an untouchable dream, something he could never reach…