SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Umbra’s Hand’s First Disciple

Dozens of blood spears tore through the battlefield like crimson lightning. Assassins who had been on the edge of flight or fight gasped in panic, but the door to escape was already shut. All the blood spears found their targets with merciless precision.

Screams choked out one by one. Bodies dropped like puppets with their strings cut. Blood spattered across the walls, pooling beneath the corpses before rising again in thin streams toward Damon’s outstretched hand. Every drop fed him, every kill added to his strength. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The Second’s fan trembled. She snapped it in front of her again, creating a vortex of swirling black petals to shield herself. Horror was written all over her face. "You dare slaughter Umbra’s Hand in our own formation!" She stood at a distance and unleashed three powerful blasts of shadow attack, which also had a fiery edge.

Just as she released the attack, a crimson spear pierced her shoulder, spinning her sideways, and poison finally burrowed its way into her. Another one embedded itself in her knee, forcing her down on one leg. Her blood essence also joined with the others and started flowing towards Damon.

However, Damon was staring at the empty space ahead of him. The First was still nowhere to be found. That alone made Damon alert.

The First wasn’t attacking blindly like the others. He wasn’t charging or throwing blades or screaming for revenge. He was waiting. Planning. Watching Damon’s every movement with unfathomable calm. That type of enemy was the troublesome kind.

His gut feeling told him that he needed to be prepared, and he made a habit of never doubting his gut. If this guy were presumably the leader of the entire Umbra’s hand, then underestimating would be a terrible mistake.

Damon did not want to use his Primordial Senses if he did not have to, but he decided to go for it. His Primordial Senses hummed, searching for the faintest ripple of presence.

Nothing.

Yet he knew the First was here.

The Second coughed blood, struggling to speak. "You... fool... You think killing the rest of us gives you a chance? You think you know what he is? He is the only disciple-"

"You should stop talking." A cold voice sounded. "You are talking too much."

Damon grinned. He had used mental corruption on the woman to see if she could spill something about the leader and she almost did it but it looked like she did one better and summoned the guy out of his hiding hole.

"Good. You finally decided to show up."

The First stepped into existence. One moment, there was nothing. The next, a tall masked figure stood directly across from Damon, hands relaxed at his sides. Black daggers floated behind him, six of them, each humming with a power that was vile and sinisterous.

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