City of Love and God of War, the difference between the two is only one level, but it determines a qualitative difference.

Take Wang Xiaole as an example. In the early stage of the divine power entering his body, because his body could not fully absorb the power, his strength level is still gradually improving.

According to the current absorption speed, he will reach the level of City of Love in two or three months, reach the peak level in about half a year, and approach the highest level that only appears in legends.

In other words, he is currently only at the level of City of Love, and even so, it is no problem for him to defeat an Elder Ten with just one punch (whose average power level is at God of War).

Take Dracula as another example. Despite having to deal with a whole adventure team, there is no difficulty for her in the battle.

After all, if the qualitative difference can be easily crossed, the largest territory of the three human empires, Suaeo, would not rely solely on the two strong people from City of Love to sit firmly in the top position all year round.

The icy killing intent emanates more clearly from the bodies of the four people in front of Dracula.

After being shocked and doubtful, the four of them showed gloomy gazes one after another, obviously feeling annoyed by being slapped in the face by a girl just now.

There is nothing more to say now. The attacks from these four people have no effect, so they can no longer hold back and must launch a fierce attack together!

The huge divine power ripples around the four people, spreading like a tide.

As the leader, the Berserker slowly raises the weapon in his hand. A cold light locks onto the target from mid-air. With a raised eyebrow, a chill surges in his eyes.

Only to see that the target suddenly rushes towards the approaching opponent, leaving behind a gradually dissipating afterimage in place, directly changing from being passive to actively attacking.

With a sudden movement, she rushes into the area around the Berserker and clashes head-on with the opponent.

The sharp blood whip keeps swinging, colliding head-on with the approaching knife flowers, adding a physical level of tension to the atmosphere.

Suddenly, sparks fly, and the raging wind sweeps out from the point of contact.

The blood whip keeps swinging, and every time it misses, it leaves a sense of fragmentation in the air.

Similarly, the Berserker wields the fast knife in his hand, spinning to create several chaotic flashes of cold light, covering the vital points of the girl with extreme sharpness.

Taking advantage of the chance that her companions are fighting Dracula, the archmage starts chanting and uses elemental magic to create spheres that connect the attacks from the beginning to the end.

Dracula's body does not move, and her right wrist moves slightly, causing recognizable ripples of vibrations. The shaking whip turns into multiple ones, countering the elemental magic.

Just like a fast knife cutting down falling flowers, it smoothly cuts the spheres and breaks through the opponent's attack in one go.

After resisting the archmage's attack, the Berserker takes a step forward, veins popping up on the surface of his palm, and the blade in his hand forms a cold arc, viciously slashing towards the prey's heart.

Compared to the powerful and overbearing knife technique, the whip excels in its flexibility. At this moment, the whip bends at an astonishing angle, rebounding the surrounding blade.

Clang!

The Berserker's attack is blocked, and a cold glow flashes in his eyes. His sadistic assault erupts again in an instant.

Between the two, the overlapping cold shadows dominate the sky, each occupying half of the horizon.

Dracula's body is already enveloped in deep red, and a strong pressure emanates from her, slowly overpowering the Berserker.

The speed at which the High Priest heals the leader's injuries cannot keep up with the rate at which he gets injured.

This companion, who is solely responsible for healing, has consecutively released several high-level white magic, but the effect is minimal, and his own power is about to be depleted.

The Archmage previously destroyed the Flame Giant and now cannot be of much help.

The only hope at the moment lies in the direction that both of these people have locked their gazes on. The possibility of winning lies with the Marksman.

Naturally, the Marksman has a trump card in reserve that he hasn't used yet. The reason he is not shooting easily is purely due to concerns about the side effects that may come after this attack.

Of course, he is not a hero who would sacrifice his life after shooting a killing arrow. Such inhumane killing techniques hardly exist in reality.

The cost that the Marksman pays for using his trump card is at most a slight reduction in his own lifespan.

If he originally could live to be seventy years old, shooting the arrow would let him live until sixty without any problems, and the cost is not that high...The mad berserker ahead has been pushed back.

In that moment of retreat, the leader looked at the sharpshooter with hopeful eyes, implying that he would have to "sacrifice himself"!

The current situation seems to leave no time for the sharpshooter to hesitate;

According to complete statistics, this is the fourth time he has been at odds with his own life, which can be considered as "putting life and death aside";

But there is no need to mourn for him. Everyone has different beliefs in life. Some hope to live to a hundred years old, while others are satisfied with just a few decades.

Based solely on his bloodline, Dracula in front is qualified to be treated as the core boss of the vampire clan, and his value cannot be underestimated;

If the sharpshooter can successfully harvest her life with this arrow, it is entirely possible for him to be titled as a marquis or duke by the emperor when he returns!

Then he can return to his hometown and become a "local lord", occasionally enjoying the people and flirting with young girls. Isn't that a fulfilling life?

"After shooting this arrow, I will return to my hometown and enjoy my leisure!"

A beautiful banner emerged.

The sharpshooter exerted all his strength and shot the arrow, turning into a silver beam of light that tore through the nearby void directly;

Sharply and spectacularly, it mercilessly struck under Dracula's gaze;

The blood whip turned into a blood shield, and the impact brought by the arrow heavily collided with the not-so-large surface of the blood shield;

At the moment of impact, a loud roar resounded, followed by spreading like ink stains;

The nearly substantial fluctuation directly caused huge cracks to open up on the ground below, and the blood shield also erupted in a squeaking, grating sound.

The two forces eroded each other in an instant, and the intense collision reached its climax;

At the point of impact, the space showed a visible distorted shape, with two colors intertwining like a collapsing mountain, suddenly exploding.

The indescribable shockwave after the "boom" resounded, and faintly, the sharpshooter seemed to see such a scene:

The defense set up by Dracula was now distorted and seemed to be on the verge of collapsing in the face of a more powerful force.

King Ya, who was nearby, withstood the piercing wind and watched the scene in front of her, subconsciously clasping her small hand tightly;

There is no need to doubt. If she could help, she would definitely rush to the forefront.

The fluctuation powerful enough to level a fortress within the conflict rampaged, but in the periphery where the collision occurred, in the corner where Dracula was, it was calm like water;

The two completely different scenes seemed to come from two completely different worlds.

"Pretentious!"

This was the unanimous evaluation of the four people, as if they were worried that their companion's attack would not be enough to crush the target, the white magic and elemental support, which had the purpose of amplification, converged to further enhance the shooting power;

Similar to a battle, but clearly surpassing the level of a warbreaker;

At this moment, the destructive power produced by the concerted attack of several people approached the level of a top strong;

Wang Yafo was worried that her kind-hearted older sister would have an accident.

The other four people on the other side were more than willing to understand later whether the vampire girl would shatter into stone or powder?

Under the intertwining gazes, the fluctuation that had emerged in the center of the conflict gradually weakened, and the fiercely flickering silver light dimmed slightly;

Underneath this symbol of flawlessness and purity, the black representing evil would surely turn to ashes, right?

The members of the expedition firmly believed that they were right, even if they did dirty work, it represented righteousness. Compared to that, vampires were demons who did nothing but evil, a collection of most of the world's evils;

Good would prevail over evil, and those who considered themselves "good" eagerly awaited, staring at the opposite side;

There, a plume of smoke began to dissipate...

As the light faded, a blurred figure appeared faintly;

Whoosh!

A slender red shot out, flashing past towards a target in an unstoppable speed visible to the eye;

The sharpshooter's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the red figure, and his face turned deathly pale;

He reflexively lowered his head, staring wide-eyed at the increasingly red shadow, the moment it passed through his body and took away his life;

The real body of the red shadow was the spiked chain transformed by the blood shield. It only took a moment to switch from defense to counterattack;

It agitated and shattered the target it had pierced through, pulverizing limbs and bones. Shortly after, it "thudded" into a pool of blood mist.The blurred figure gradually became clear, and finally reappeared in the world, under the gaze of everyone.

She stood with her hands on hips, the sunlight pouring down from the horizon, shining on the high-ranking vampires who were not greatly affected, filled with solemnity and pressure.

In terms of the result, Dracula was unharmed, and his bloodline was not destroyed. He had just disposed of another opponent.

The powerful strike that came close to defeating the formidable enemy, ultimately fell short.

The result of losing a member of the adventure team had nothing to do with right or wrong.

Even if the adventure team represented righteousness, Dracula was still the embodiment of evil, a creature devoid of morality, and the outcome of the confrontation had no relevance to right or wrong.

If one side loses to the other, besides being inferior in skill, all talk of justice is nonsense!

To defame the strong with despicable excuses or to pity the weak is particularly ridiculous;

The outcome of the conflict only proves one thing:

"I am stronger than all of you!"

Boundless bloodlust emerged from Dracula's head, and the temperature of the entire world seemed to instantly turn icy;

Raindrops fell heavily, and the sky poured rain;

If the remaining three people looked closely, they would find that every drop of rain was red, and more accurately, it was not rain, nor was it blood;

It was just a farewell gift prepared for this funeral occasion...