Subsequently, Ye Fan did not return to the Heavenly King Hall, as the Vampire Clan’s situation in Europe was critical. He immediately rushed to the continent.

During the war between the Vampire Clan and the Holy Clan, even the forces of the Dark Night Demon Queen had temporarily retreated to the Divine Land for refuge. The confrontation between the two major powers of light and darkness in Western Europe was bound to make cannon fodder of many smaller factions.

Of course, not all factions were like the Dark Night Demon Queen’s, retreating elsewhere to take refuge. Most of the smaller powers in Western Europe had joined the war. Seeing which way the wind was blowing, they immediately sided with the European Church Court to jointly attack the Vampire Clan. In their view, the Vampire Clan’s glory was about to end. The European Church Court’s power was simply too formidable. This time, the Vampire Clan had truly reached the brink of collapse—a matter of life and death.

As Ye Fan hurried toward the Vampire Clan’s territory, he was ambushed by numerous small factions outside the forest. A mob of Martial Artists rushed forward and surrounded him.

Ye Fan spoke, "I am the Shenzhou Heavenly King. If you know what’s good for you, scram. I don’t want to cause a massacre."

"The Shenzhou Killing God, the King of Heaven. Is he really that impressive?" An eagle-eyed man stepped out from the crowd.

Ye Fan recognized him. It was Falcon, a well-known veteran Supreme powerhouse in Europe whose strength was indeed formidable.

Falcon said to Ye Fan, "King of Heaven, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. I’ve heard of your fame, admired by the world, but I find it contemptible! If it weren’t for an important matter, I would have annihilated you already!"

"Just a mere Supreme Realm, where do you get such confidence?" Ye Fan responded coldly. "I’ll say it again: scram, or die!" He spoke without hesitation or excuse. If you disobeyed, you fought—that was Ye Fan’s principle.

"There are so many of us and only one of you. How can you possibly fight us?" Falcon declared. "Listen up, brothers! He’s a wanted criminal of the European Church Court! Whoever kills him will receive a great reward!"

A great reward brings out the daring. They feared the Shenzhou Killing God and had heard the legends—that anyone who dared to oppose him would meet a tragic death. But with their overwhelming numbers, they were emboldened. Everyone wanted to be the first to charge forward, kill Ye Fan, and present his head to the Pope to claim the reward.

But Ye Fan said, "Since you’re so stubborn, don’t blame me for being ruthless. You’ve brought this death upon yourselves."

"I’ll take you on!" Falcon charged at Ye Fan. As one of Europe’s top experts, his words naturally carried great weight.

Ye Fan immediately rebuked him, "You’re not worthy!"

"Returning to the Sect Sword!"

With a single slash, the triumphant Falcon instantly exploded. Of course, the sword’s power didn’t stop there. The attack extended outward, obliterating the several hundred people standing behind him.

Instantly, the remaining men gasped in horror at the sight of nothing but mangled flesh. With one sword strike, several hundred people had perished on the spot. Seeing this, the legs of the few hundred survivors gave way. They scrambled up, attempting to flee in a panic.

At that moment, Ye Fan bellowed, "I will kill anyone who dares to run!"

Instantly, no one dared to move. They all dropped to their knees and kowtowed to Ye Fan. The Shenzhou Killing God was truly no simple character. They deeply regretted ever challenging his dignity. They kowtowed until their foreheads were bruised and bloody before Ye Fan finally relented.

When they looked up again, Ye Fan had already vanished. Terrified, they scattered and fled. Today, they had witnessed a veritable Death God, one who could extinguish hundreds of lives—including a veteran powerhouse—with a single wave of his hand. Faced with such a horrifying existence, how could they not tremble in fear? Who would dare remain stationed here after such a massacre? The thought that among the slain was a veteran powerhouse like Falcon was terrifying enough.

Ye Fan entered the Vampire Clan’s forest. As he made his way through, he saw nothing but ruined castles and the corpses of Vampire Clan Martial Artists. It seemed the Vampire Clan had been dealt a devastating blow.

On the castle walls, he saw the bodies of vampires who had been humiliated and tortured to death. It was then that Ye Fan realized this world was not the least bit kind. On the contrary, it was exceedingly cruel. He had gained a new, harsh understanding of it.

Arrows suddenly shot out from the woods.

Ye Fan stood his ground. As the arrows neared him, they simply melted away. His aura alone was enough to destroy them.

"Friends of the Vampire Clan, come out! It’s me!" Ye Fan called.

Instantly, a group of Vampire Clan Martial Artists leaped out from the trees.

"Lord King!" a vampire of Blood Ancestor Level who recognized Ye Fan exclaimed in shock.

He was well aware of the history between the King of Heaven and the Vampire Clan. To put it bluntly, the King of Heaven and their Queen, Her Majesty, had a thing. However, pressure from the Cain Ancestor had led to a rupture in relations between the King of Heaven and the Vampire Clan. He never expected the King of Heaven to return at such a critical moment. For the vampires, this was absolutely shocking news. The King of Heaven’s return gave them new hope.

Ye Fan said, "There’s no time for talk. Take me to your Cain Ancestor."

The Blood Ancestor led a squad of Vampire Clan Martial Artists, guiding Ye Fan toward the clan’s Holy Mountain. Clearly, they were the Vampire Clan’s Scouts. This was a time of utter collapse for their people.

Ye Fan asked, "When will the European Church Court attack next?"

"Lord King, the European Church Court is amassing its legions," the Blood Ancestor told him grimly. "They will attack again in no more than three days. This time, the force they are deploying is several times the size of our entire clan!" Although he was loath to state this fact, it was the reality of their situation, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"It seems the Vampire Clan truly is in peril this time," Ye Fan said. "But rest assured, if I can come to an agreement with the Cain Ancestor, I can help you turn the tide."

The squad of Vampire Clan Martial Artists looked at Ye Fan in disbelief. In the past, they might have dismissed him as arrogant, but now, they didn’t think so at all. They felt that his words were backed by substance. Ye Fan, for his part, was merely stating the truth.

That old fool, the Cain Ancestor, is just too stubborn. Otherwise, their fight against the European Church Court wouldn’t have dragged on for so long.

As they spoke, they arrived at the Vampire Clan’s Holy Mountain. Ye Fan’s brow furrowed the moment he laid eyes on it.

The Holy Mountain of the Vampire Clan had once been a sacred and majestic place. A single glance would have revealed its indescribable splendor. But now? As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but the rubble of war. Even the mountain’s peak had been sliced off. Rebuilding their former glory would not be easy for the Vampire Clan. It would be impossible without at least a decade of work.