311 A Magic Power Competition?

Seeing the woman, the leading mercenary roared, "Wretched vampire, just give it up! We don't have the Black Bones anymore! You'll never know where they are!"

The woman walked forward gracefully and stood five meters away from the mercenary.

Then she smiled. "Vampire? Only humble human beings dare to call us that. Even the elves have to treat us with respect. Who do you think you are?"

The mercenary was soaked with water, which made him highly uncomfortable.

The rainwater was flowing into his eyes, but he dared not wipe them, fearing that the vampire would attack suddenly.

"Haha. Vampires are vampires. You are a dark creature, however noble you pretend to be. Just walk in the daylight if you think you're capable of it!"