Splat!
The sound of a watermelon being smashed was heard in the arena.
Boom!
Crosa's body was slammed to the ground by a powerful force. A deep hole was formed.
His head was smashed!
All his vitality was gone; even his soul was extinguished.
There was a second of silence. Then, loud cries were heard.
"Howl!"
"Hahaha, he's dead. Crosa's dead!"
"As expected of a warrior from the devil armor race. Vampires are no match for them!"
"Impressive!"
"Good job!"
…
All the dark apparitions got crazier by the stench of blood; red light glowed in their eyes. They wished they could rush into the arena and start killing.
Wang Teng floated down and landed next to Crosa's corpse. His gaze remained indifferent, completely devoid of emotions.
He finally killed that vampire with a perfectly justifiable reason.
It wasn't easy!
The guy had killed so many humans, he deserved to die!