Crash!
Màn Tiān's sand exploded, and the Egyptian Pharaoh, whose body had been riddled with countless holes, was sent flying backward.
The blood mist that carried him spun around and flew out of the passenger plane.
Moments later, it suddenly rushed back through the gap, dragging two figures with it.
Angel and Zhao Honghua, forcibly pulled up, tumbled to the ground, while the blood mist frenziedly gathered together.
In an instant, the blood merged and outlined a humanoid shape.
The burly Qin Ming quickly appeared inside the blood mist, swiftly absorbing all of it.
The risky gamble to strengthen his vampire bloodline had paid off in the end!
S-level vampire bloodline! S-level flesh absorption! S-level steel body! The trinity—success!
Throwing off his Yin Nest battle suit, Qin Ming looked down coldly at the Egyptian Pharaoh opposite him, his gaze ruthless.
His already rough, almost savage face, paired with pale skin and slightly long fangs, now looked more sinister than ever before.
At this moment, Qin Ming truly gave off an aura that just one look was enough to confirm he was no good.
Across from him, the Egyptian Pharaoh, whose body was riddled with tiny holes, slowly stood up.
As the sand swirled around him, the holes rapidly healed.
Looking up at Qin Ming and sensing the powerful fluctuations radiating from him, the Pharaoh's expression was one of surprise.
"Same kind?"
Hearing this, Qin Ming's lips curled into a smirk. He suddenly raised his hand, forming a finger gun, pointing it at the Pharaoh.
"No! An alien!"
Boom!
His finger trembled as a blood droplet shot out at an astonishing speed.
The Pharaoh's pupils contracted upon hearing the whooshing sound, instinctively trying to block with swirling sand.
But his reaction was a split second too slow; before the sand could arrive, the blood droplet had already struck his body.
A loud boom sounded as the Pharaoh's shoulder was pierced with a circular hole, and his body shook violently.
Turning his head to look at the wound, the mummy-wrapped face twisted in fury.
"Seeking death!!!"
Whoosh!
The wild wind roared, and sand surged madly ahead as the Pharaoh controlled the yellow dust, stepping forward and breaking into a run for the first time.
[Name: Egyptian Pharaoh]
[Strength: 50]
[Constitution: 50]
[Agility: 50]
[Spirit: 80]
[Skills: Mummy's Body (A-level), Sand Manipulation (S-level), Ancient Egyptian Combat (A-level)]
[Description: A corpse dead for a thousand years! Revived by evil forces! Finally seeing the light of day again!]
The Egyptian Pharaoh not only commanded the power to manipulate sand, but was also skilled in close combat—a master at both near and far fighting!
As he charged, he raised his hand and condensed a spear made of sand, letting out a hoarse roar.
Qin Ming's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes turning a blood-red hue due to his bloodline, becoming incredibly sharp.
Before the sand could even reach his face, his body suddenly exploded, transforming into a vast cloud of blood mist.
No, not blood mist—blood frost!
The countless tiny blood droplets were all solid!
Crash!
The countless tiny blood droplets roared out, forcibly piercing through the incoming sandstorm, violently striking the Egyptian Pharaoh!
Before the Pharaoh could even scream and stagger backward, the blood mist behind him had already reformed into a humanoid figure.
With a single flick of his arm, Qin Ming transformed his arm and blood into a crimson blade, piercing through the Pharaoh's body from behind.
Before the Pharaoh could struggle to turn and throw a punch, Qin Ming, already misty again, phased through the Pharaoh's body and reappeared on his left side.
This time, his hand transformed into an axe, raised high, and brought down a heavy chop on the Pharaoh's shoulder!
Mistify! Phase! Condense! Mistify again!
The blood mist swirled violently as Qin Ming's body continuously slipped through it, weaving around the Pharaoh, launching an assault.
The Egyptian Pharaoh not only possessed the power to manipulate yellow sand, but he was also skilled in close combat—a master capable of fighting at both long and short range!
During his charge, he raised his hand and condensed a long spear from the sand, letting out a hoarse roar.
Opposite him, Qin Ming's pupils contracted sharply as he watched the enemy closing in. His eyes, turned a deep crimson from his bloodline, became razor-sharp.
Before the sand could even reach his face, Qin Ming's body suddenly exploded, transforming into a vast cloud of blood mist.
No—this couldn't be called blood mist! It was more like blood frost!
Those countless tiny blood droplets were all solid!
Crash!
The countless tiny blood droplets roared out, forcibly piercing through the charging sandstorm and violently crashing into the Egyptian Pharaoh!
Before the Pharaoh could scream and stagger backward, Qin Ming swiftly passed through the Pharaoh's body, arriving behind him as the blood mist reformed into a humanoid figure.
With a single flick of his hand, Qin Ming's arm, combined with fresh blood, quickly transformed into a crimson blade, directly piercing through the Pharaoh's body from behind.
Before the Pharaoh could struggle to turn and throw a punch, Qin Ming had already misted again, phasing through the Pharaoh's body and appearing at his left side.
This time, his palm turned into an axe, raised high, and he brought down a chop on the Pharaoh's shoulder!
Mistify! Phase! Condense! Mistify again!
The blood mist swirled wildly as Qin Ming's body continuously slipped through it, weaving around the Pharaoh and launching a relentless assault.
Every attack from the Pharaoh only struck the blood mist—none of them could touch Qin Ming's true body by even an inch.
With yet another full-force charge, the Pharaoh was pierced straight through by a streak of blood shadow, stiffened for a moment, then suddenly exploded on the spot.
His bandages shattered, and the crown on his head fell to the ground.
What was revealed beneath was not a dried corpse, but a pile of sand.
This Egyptian Pharaoh was actually a sand monster, shaped and held together by bandages!
As the bandages broke, the Pharaoh, unable to maintain his form, didn't die because of it.
Instead, without the bandages, he completely broke free from his restraints and howled, surging forward in a furious storm of yellow sand.
Amid the sandstorm, a huge grotesque ghost face even formed in midair!
Qin Ming, standing in front, was directly hit by the frontal assault of the sandstorm, the powerful impact forcing him to slide backward.
But sand's attack power was limited; facing Qin Ming's steel body, it could not break through his defense.
Quietly standing amidst the sandstorm without moving, Qin Ming's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked at the swirling sand ahead.
In the next second, his left hand struck out like lightning, extending and wrapping in blood—one strike pierced nearly ten meters through!
The blood directly pierced through the entire sandstorm, then suddenly retracted and transformed back into a palm.
However, something new appeared in his palm this time.
At the exact moment Qin Ming withdrew his hand, the sandstorm raging wildly around, smashing and cutting everything inside the cabin and severely deforming the steel, suddenly froze in place.
After two seconds of suspension, it suddenly scattered, leaving a thick layer of sand piled on the ground.
Looking down at the sand-covered ground, then back at the item in his hand—a small yellow bead.
Qin Ming's mouth curled into a mocking smile.
"Even though you saw I have the same kind of power, you still dared to use this trick on me? What a complete idiot. You haven't even fully woken up yet, have you?"
As he spoke, Qin Ming's palm clenched hard, crushing the yellow bead fiercely.
With the bead shattering into pieces, a legendary-level key, even larger than the bead itself, appeared out of thin air and was caught by Qin Ming before it hit the ground.
Egyptian Pharaoh! Dead!
The ability to mistify or split the body looks incredibly broken—as if even a tiny remnant could revive the user perfectly, making them truly immortal.
But actually, that's not the case. If a small remnant was enough to revive, then why don't users separate their bodies to escape or hide some part of their tissue?
The reason is simple: they can't. Once separated from the mistified portion, that part quickly loses control.
The seemingly invincible mistification has a fatal flaw—it must have a core that controls the surrounding mist.
The blood mist of the vampire clan is like this, and the sand mist of this Egyptian Pharaoh is no different.
Once this core is found and seized, isolating it from the rest of the body,
They become nothing but fish on a chopping board, completely helpless and easy to slaughter.
Every race has its own name for this core.
Some call it a Divine Spirit, some a Divine Heart, others a Golden or Demon Pellet.
The vampire clan prefers to call their core the Blood Core.
The Blood Core of fresh blood! The root of all blood! The heart of the blood clan!
The Egyptian Pharaoh was killed by Qin Ming in one strike because Qin Ming captured and crushed his core—after all, who told him to fully mistify and slam his body onto Qin Ming's face?
That's basically inviting Qin Ming to hit his weak spot! It's no different than fighting someone and intentionally sticking your crotch in their face!
Qin Ming, as a vampire, naturally had a Blood Core as well.
But unlike the normal vampire's core, Qin Ming's was much harder because of his steel body.
Most importantly, the blood mist he formed after mistifying was also very hard!
Taking the Blood Core from other vampires' blood mist is like fishing a stone out of water.
But trying to grab the core from Qin Ming's blood mist is like sticking your hand into a high-speed meat grinder.
Whether you can pull the core out depends entirely on how tough your hand is!
(End of chapter)