Chapter 326: Dad Has Been Captured

If Zhang Kuiyong were allowed to fire more bullets and familiarize himself with the weapon in his hands, his shooting accuracy would improve significantly; it would not be impossible for him to achieve a hit with every shot.

Among the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Company were some promising marksmen; they were all familiarizing themselves with the Array Heavy Machine Guns in their hands. Meng Yifan watched for a while, offered them some pointers on shooting techniques, and seeing that they were all performing quite well, he turned and left.

Meng Yifan arrived at the East District of Luolong County and found Kong Sanqiang, who was in the middle of devouring the Blood Essence of the Demon Race.

During this period, the continuous major battles had resulted in many wounded in Luolong County. Although Liu Zhongyong possessed brilliant medical skills, it was still inevitable that some critically wounded soldiers on the verge of death would appear.

After obtaining the consent of the wounded, Kong Sanqiang used his own Blood Essence to transform a few more vampire warriors.

Currently, Kong Sanqiang's vampire family already had ninety-five members. Among them, there were twenty-four Second Grade Xuegui. Besides Kong Sanqiang, there were also two Level 3 Vampires, one being a Third Grade Lower Tier and the other a Third Grade Middle Tier, while Kong Sanqiang's own strength had already reached Third Grade Peak.

It must be said that vampires, as a special species, truly have their unique aspects; as long as they have sufficient Blood Essence, they can rapidly increase their strength and develop and grow.

"Sanqiang, this is a Fourth-Grade Vampire blood core. Absorb it as soon as possible. During this time, go receive more electric shocks to familiarize yourself with the power of the Thunder in advance, in preparation for undergoing the Thunder Tribulation." Meng Yifan handed over the blood core.

Kong Sanqiang was incredibly excited; his hands trembled slightly as he took the deep red blood core. He could feel the dense blood energy within it.

This blood core came from Johnson, the deputy Patriarch of the Cullen Family. He was a Fourth Grade Middle Tier vampire, and the blood core contained the majority of his energy.

The blood core was very special; even though Johnson had long since died, the blood core seemed as if it were still alive, beating continuously according to a certain rhythm.

With every beat, the blood core would release a hazy red light, which looked very miraculous.

After absorbing this Fourth-Grade Vampire blood core and enduring the electric shocks in advance, Kong Sanqiang would have a seventy percent chance of successfully passing the Thunder Tribulation and becoming a Fourth-Grade Vampire.

Kong Sanqiang was not very eloquent; he did not know how to express his gratitude, so he could only bury it in his heart and use his life in the future to fulfill every one of Meng Yifan's orders.

All the soldiers within Luolong County were sleeping with their weapons, standing in full battle array, preparing for the upcoming slaughter.

Everyone already knew that the Demon Race army had returned after leaving, but they were not worried; the continuous victories had greatly increased their confidence.

Everyone believed that under Meng Yifan's wise leadership, they could defeat all invading enemies.

Meng Yifan sat cross-legged at the highest point of the city wall, practicing his cultivation technique. He needed to adjust himself to his best state before the great battle arrived, to fight with all his might and slay Lang Batian.

Meng Dayong, with an AK47 slung over his shoulder, inspected the city's defensive works, urging the young and able-bodied to replenish the Rolling Stones and logs on the city walls in preparation for the coming battle.

At this moment, the sky was clear and bright, with not a cloud for ten thousand miles; it was a rare, fine day.

Suddenly, space twisted and deformed, and a massive Flying Tiger Demon rushed out from the distorted space, its sharp tiger claws reaching out to grab directly at Meng Dayong.

Meng Dayong was taken aback. He raised his AK47 and fired continuously, wanting to drive back those tiger claws, but the 7.62mm bullets of the AK47 Assault Rifle only sparked when they hit the claws; they could not break through the defense at all.

The power of the AK47 Assault Rifle was quite significant, capable of piercing 10mm thick steel plates and even penetrating the rear armor of some armored vehicles.

Yet in front of Hu Dameng's tiger claws, the AK47's bullets could only tickle him; it was difficult to even tear the skin. From this, it could be seen that Hu Dameng's tiger hide was even harder than steel plate.

"Haha, tiny human, come here." Hu Dameng extended a tiger claw and grabbed the dumbfounded Meng Dayong.

"You beast! You're courting death!" Meng Yifan shouted loudly. The Ghost Head Blade transformed into a black streak of light, appearing before Hu Dameng as if teleporting. A sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling erupted, and at the same time, the Ghost Head Blade unleashed a ten-meter-long black blade aura, intending to sever Hu Dameng's neck in one stroke.

The Ghost Crying Wolf Howling was a Divine Soul attack. Hu Dameng couldn't help but freeze for a moment. By the time he regained his senses, the black blade aura had already reached the front of his tiger claws. Terrified, he hurriedly tried to retreat, but he was a beat too late.

"Roar!" Hu Dameng let out a furious roar. The Devouring Prototype was activated, and his blood-red maw opened wide. An invisible and intangible devouring force enveloped the blade aura of the Ghost Head Blade, trying to pull it away.

"A petty trick, not worth mentioning!" Meng Yifan sneered. He pointed forward, and the Ghost Head Blade shook, breaking free from the restraint of the Tunshe Supernatural Ability, and slashed over with the speed of lightning.

Hu Dameng was shocked; it was too late to dodge. Its right tiger claw was holding Meng Dayong, and seeing the Ghost Head Blade flying toward it, it raised its right claw to block Meng Dayong in front of itself.

"Despicable and shameless!" Meng Yifan's mind stirred. The Ghost Head Blade grazed Meng Dayong's body, turned a half-circle, and directly severed Hu Dameng's tiger claw.

Fresh blood gushed out from the severed stump, spraying across the sky. Meng Dayong broke free from the restraint of the tiger claw and hurried toward Meng Yifan's direction.

But just at this moment, a ten-meter-wide spider web flew out and instantly netted Meng Dayong.

Then, with a retraction of the web, Meng Dayong was pulled toward Zhu Meimei.

"Courting death!" Meng Yifan was enraged. He executed the Lingbo Microsteps, rushing rapidly toward Meng Dayong. At the same time, the Ghost Head Blade changed direction, charging toward Zhu Meimei with the speed of a thunderbolt.

Zhu Meimei was terrified. Meng Yifan's current strength was too great; even Hu Dameng couldn't block his blade, let alone Zhu Meimei, whose strength was far inferior.

"Your opponent is me." Just at this moment, Lang Batian made his move. He waved his right hand, and a red chain rose into the air from behind him, blocking the black blade aura, and then the chain coiled upward, sealing the Ghost Head Blade.

The Ghost Head Blade struggled violently, its sharp blade aura hacking at the chain.

"Clang! Clang!" The Ghost Head Blade, which could cut through iron like mud, was actually unable to sever this strange red chain, only causing it to tremble continuously.

With the Ghost Head Blade blocked by the chain, Zhu Meimei took the opportunity to drag Meng Dayong away and flee rapidly. Meng Yifan was burning with rage; he pinched a seal with his right hand, and a mass of Black Cloud rose beneath his feet, intending to pursue and kill Zhu Meimei.

"It seems you value your father very much, haha, that is truly excellent." Lang Batian sat atop a Golden-Crowned Falcon, blocking Meng Yifan's path.

"Get lost!" Meng Yifan shouted, waving his right hand. The Black and White Grinding Disc appeared, and accompanied by a rumbling sound of thunder, it crushed toward Lang Batian.