The Rise of the Urban God

CHAPTER 404

Fangs glistened, eyes burned with a feral, gluttonous hunger, and yet, underneath all that, anxiety and curiosity thrummed among the vampires as Ulmer kept crushing the confidence of his opponents.

The level 56 was used to seeing only one picture: a human getting abused by a vampire. The opposite never happened.

A human wouldn’t even dare to yell at a vampire, afraid of getting tortured in the worst way possible.

But now, a single human was fighting against hundreds of vampires and breaking their fangs with his bare fists.

Ulmer fueled his movements with the vicarious memories of those taken by the hands of these fanged monsters. Each vampire that fell under his strikes charged his resolve, and the cries grew louder, a chorus of desperation and realization.

The absurdity of a human standing before them became apparent; they had not anticipated that their prey would evolve into a predator, and the theater of combat unraveled before them, their extreme arrogance humbled by the incredibl