Amber Sword Chapter 893 - 177: Battle in the Canyon (Part 2)

"Sacrifice non-black creature to Blood Throne Vampire."

"Target Wind Spirit Spider."

A line of ghostly green text imdiately refreshed on his retina, ’Wind Spirit Spider considered as a Creature Card, sacrifice to Blood Throne Vampire?’

A card? Ben was montarily stunned, but he imdiately nodded, and three battle indicators were instantly added to the Blood Throne Vampire card. A jet black fla ignited on dphis, and black secret text patterns appeared on his alabaster exposed skin on his neck and hands.

"dphis!"

The latter understood instantly and suddenly snatched up Faina, tossing her over to Ben. The noble daughter scread in fear, but her long ’ah--’ hadn’t finished trailing off in mid-air before she landed steadily in Ben’s arms.

Ben effortlessly caught this noble young lady, instinctively holding her horizontally. But she was so frightened that she was pale as a sheet, staring at him blankly, her chest heaving without noticing.

"Ben!" At this mont, Veronica suddenly exclaid, "Look over there!"

Ben started, and instinctively looked up, suddenly noticing a path descending on the cliff.

Without a doubt, that was the passage originally present in the ga—

"Quickly go over!" He relaxed, imdiately shouted, "I’ll buy you so ti—"

At this mont, Andesa had already closed in again behind them, and Ben imdiately gave dphis a signal. The cross-dressing vampire suddenly paused, then turned to face Andesa, spreading a pair of pitch-black wings in mid-air, while a ghostly blue negative energy soul fla ignited in his hand, thrusting towards the woman.

Andesa’s expression was icy cold, saying only, "Reckless!" Her right hand suddenly jerked upward, and a thorny vine traced a long whip shadow.

But right then, the ghostly green text on Ben’s retina changed:

"Wind Spirit Spider enters the graveyard, mana burn effect triggered, please designate a target."

Is there a need to ask? Ben imdiately locked onto that woman: "Lord Withering Andesa!"

At that mont, hundreds of Wind Spirit Spiders dissolved in mid-air, then instantly transford into a green stream of light entering Andesa’s body. The feedback effect of the mana burn was extrely unpleasant and harmful to the body itself; Andesa groaned, her movents suddenly slowed.

At this mont, the whip shadow had already carved a scimitar-like arc in mid-air, even if it slowed slightly, dphis couldn’t possibly evade it, and was imdiately struck in the chest—But the ti Ben bought was not entirely without effect, for the cross-dressing vampire had already pressed the blue fla onto Andesa’s shoulder just ahead.

Then a massive force instantly swept dphis away like a cannonball, crashing him into the rock layers, sending rock debris flying.

But Andesa also let out a scream; soul flas were a starkly opposite type of energy for any living creature. The damage caused by this negative force to biological entities was extrely difficult to prevent, even for soone as powerful as her.

Though dphis’s strength was not enough to pose a threat to her, being injured was still unpleasant, especially for soone as strong as her. In fact, Andesa couldn’t rember how long it had been since she last suffered an injury.

She just couldn’t fathom how recklessly combative this vampire was—straight on—Even though dphis, after upgrading, was rely at Golden Peak, she never paid him any mind at first, yet unexpectedly took a significant loss.

She was furious to the extre; Ben repeatedly embarrassing her had completely ignited the fury within her heart. But just as she planned to bypass dphis to continue forward, she found the vampire had quietly climbed up from the pit ford by the rock impact.

He was covered in wounds, his left arm nearly numb hanging to the side, his right hand pressing on his injured left shoulder, still bleeding—lifeless blood.

Though dphis stood in the howling wind at the ti, resembling a delicate girl, his eyes were unwavering, clearly determined not to let Andesa pass through easily.

Andesa didn’t waste words, her face cold as she swept another whip shadow across.

Ben and his group had already run farther and farther, and she had no intention of playing hide-and-seek with them here any longer.

But just before Andesa swung the vine whip, Ben, holding Faina and charging forward, suddenly had a hollow engraved mystical sphere appear on his left shoulder—this was the Eternal Ball.