The air screamed as the blood-forged weapon tore through it, a blur of fury and precision. The nearest clan member barely had time to react before the lance impaled both him and his snow wolf in one devastating sweep. Blood sprayed outward in an arc, dyeing the snow red. Both of them were gravely wounded and on the ground.
But Damon did not bother to finish them off just yet. He needed to cull down the numbers first before he drained them dry. The main advantage these men had right now were their numbers and he needed to take care of it first.
His blood archive pumped him with more and more blood energy as he moved from one clan member to another. Another guy charged at him from the back with a glowing brand of soul energy in his palm, coiling like ghostfire. Damon decided it was a good attack to test the waters and met the attack head on by covering his own forearm with pure blood energy.