1268 Blood Crow Ghastly Scale Shield! Dark clouds enveloped the earth. Lightning flashed violently and thunder roared. A round purple array gradually revealed itself amid the lightning. It was humongous; the area covered exceeded the dark clouds in the sky. A terrifying constellation lightning force swarmed over and circled within the array, flowing through all its corners and spinning furiously, forming a tornado in the process. Ring! The ringing of a metal was heard. Lightning gathered into long swords of different sizes, giving off purple sparks and a chilling sword aura; killing intent filled up the whole array. Tourbe was appalled. He found this unbelievable. He only knew that the humans wanted to do something, so he went there personally to prevent them from doing anything threatening. The vampire knew that the human leader was just a celestial stage martial warrior. Killing him would be a simple task. However… Reality slapped him hard. Who would have thought that his opponent would covertly make such a powerful array? He even trembled when he saw the array working. It was a deadly threat! It felt just like when he faced a superior apparition. The invisible chill made his blood run cold. Bastard! When did he make the array? Why didn’t they notice it? Are my people blind? Their opponent created that powerful array right at their doorstep but no one noticed a thing. Tourbe’s face turned black. He felt like murdering his men. However, it wasn’t the time to think about this. The array was the pressing matter. … Some distance away—Huo Qiya and the others finally saw the array’s true appearance, and were awestruck. No words could express their current emotions. It was… so powerful! So this is what a fifth-rank grandmaster level array looks like! Everyone finally understood the magnitude of such high-tiered arrays. Honestly, those powerful arrays were rare, and it was normal for them to not have seen one before. No wonder grandmasters have such a high status. One array was enough to affect the result of a battle. Unfortunately, there were very few of them. Not all troops had one. The Tiger Strike Force was extremely lucky to have one in their team. All the martial warriors in the Tiger Strike Force were flabbergasted. They gasped in shock as they stared at the array hovering in the sky. Terrifying! No wonder they held fast for lightning to get there. There was no need to be afraid of the dark apparitions with the leverage of the array. Prior to this, many thought that Wang Teng was afraid, and wouldn’t dare to attack. They felt ashamed now, finally understanding their leader’s plan. They wished they could bury themselves in a hole. Wang Teng was many levels above them! Pittman and the other rune masters were also looking at the Mystic Heaven Lightning Sword Array in the sky. Their gazes were intense, with hearts filled with excitement. That was the fifth-rank grandmaster level array they had created together. Their contributions were minimal, but they still had a strong feeling of accomplishment. This would probably be the sole opportunity for many of them to partake in the creation of an array at the grandmaster level. Most of them would stagnate eventually, never reaching that level, no matter how hard they tried. That was the brutal truth. However, Wang Teng had given them the chance to be part of the making. It would be something worth boasting for the rest of their lives. The sense of achievement felt stronger after witnessing the array’s frightening power first hand. … They weren’t the only ones who felt astounded. Even the dark apparitions who overtook the 13th frontline were stunned. Then, a huge commotion ensued. Fear was spreading! All the dark apparitions were afraid. They stared in shock at the frightening array above them. Could anyone tell us why there’s a terrifying array above us? Should we run? No! If we run away now, Sir Tourbe would kill us first. The cowering apparitions remembered how brutal their superior was; they forcefully suppressed their urge to escape. ... … Tourbe was glaring at Wang Teng right then. The constellation dark force within him surged out frantically to resist the lightning power outside. Thousands of lightning swords were continuously radiating a sharp sword aura. The leading vampire felt that he was sitting on a bed of needles. Tourbe asked, “Human, who are you?” “From Defense Planet No. 29, commander of the Tiger Strike Force… Wang Teng!” Wang Teng floated amongst the lightning and replied calmly to the vampire apparition before him. He recognized the creature. It was the one who had defeated the previous commander of the thirteen frontline, conquering their base. That vampire dark apparition gave him a different feeling, with an aura exceeding any of the normal vampire kind. His nobility was innate, just like nobles in human society. They were superior, and looked down on everything and everyone. He also gave off an extremely pure dark aura, other vampire auras seemed murky in comparison. They seemed to be entirely different forces! “You want to recapture the 13th frontline?” Tourbe scoffed. “Do you have a problem with that?” Wang Teng asked calmly. ... Tourbe glanced at Wang Teng contemptuously and replied, “You won’t be able to get it back while I’m around.” He wanted to stall for time so he could observe the array and find a weakness. But, Wang Teng didn’t give him the chance. “Are you done?” asked Wang Teng, tilting his head. Tourbe frowned. The human’s indifference sparked his anger for some reason. He felt humiliated. He was a celebrated noble among vampires, an owner of the purest blood with high status. How could this human offend me? “If you’re done, you can go back to your Darkland.” Wang Teng remained composed and raised his hand forcefully. Then, he pointed at Tourbe. Ring! A crisp sound was heard all of a sudden, accompanied by thunderous roars. The gathered constellation lightning force started to become restless, tossing and turning violently within the array. Sharp blade marks cut through the air, forming clear lines in the sky. Boom! Thousands of lightning swords flew in Tourbe’s direction, lightning sparks crackling around them and leaving a trail of light as they plummeted toward the dark apparition below like torrential rain. “Damn it!” Tourbe’s pupils turned into pinpoints. He acted with determination, immediately raising his arms as if holding up the sky. “Blood Crow Ghastly Scale Shield!” Crows calls were heard after his angry howl. A dark-red light shone around the noble, turning into a murder of blood crows. They gathered around his hand, forming a hideous and savage-looking red shield.