The Witch Hunter System

The Eighth Progenitor had never encountered such a bizarre situation before.

Although he had been reduced to a third of his original body mass, he didn't feel the pain of losing two-thirds of his body.

In other words, two-thirds of his body was still out there somewhere. They had not been destroyed. He only lost his connection to them. It was as if some restrictive barrier or unreachable subspace had isolated them.

"Bastard Human! Where have you put the rest of this Lord's noble body?! Return this Lord's noble body at once, or this Lord will make you regret it!" the Eighth Progenitor threatened.

However, given his small size and childish voice, his threat didn't seem to carry any weight.

"Now, now. Little Vampire. You shouldn't talk like that. Didn't your mama ever teach you manners and respect?"

"Argh!! How dare you mock this Lord! I'll kill you, Human!"

Vaan's provocation proved effective as he pulled the Eighth Progenitor out of his [Tranquil Fury] state.

In his rage, the Eighth Progenitor recklessly charged at Vaan, wanting to tear him apart with his bare hands. Only such brutality would grant him satisfaction.

Furthermore, as a Vampire Lord in the third stage of the Divine Blood Realm, his physical prowess was far superior to Royal Vampires and other lower-ranking vampires. Even if his cultivation had been suppressed to the second stage of the Divine Blood Realm, he definitely still had the capacity to destroy a mere Demigod.

However, Vaan's Fourth Dimensional Sense told him differently.

Losing two-thirds of his body meant that the Eighth Progenitor also lost two-thirds of his divine blood.

The divine blood was the source of his immortal-like life force and strength.

Without it, the Eighth Progenitor should only be able to wield one-third of his original physical might.

Furthermore, there was also the difference in size and reach…

Vaan reached out and grabbed the Eighth Progenitor's small head, immediately stopping the latter in his tracks.

"Fuck! Bastard! Shitty Human! I'll fight it out with you! Give me back my body!" the Eighth Progenitor cursed as he rained dozens of fists at Vaan.

However, none of his fists managed to reach Vaan. He flailed about like a child throwing a tantrum.

Even his kicks could barely reach him.

Nevertheless, Vaan had to admit that even with one-third of his physical strength, the Eighth Progenitor was still stronger than him.

Only after he entered [Celestial Dragonwolf Transformation] and raised his physical attributes by 50% did he possess the strength to stop the Eighth Progenitor's relentless assault from reaching him.

"Give me back my body! Give it back! Give it now! Argh—!!!" the Eighth Progenitor roared madly.

Knowing he couldn't reach Vaan's body, he shifted his target to his arm and madly clawed at it.

However…

High-pitch screeches sounded. The Eighth Progenitor's claws scratched at Vaan's sturdy flesh and dragon scales but failed to break their defense, only leaving white marks.

When the Eighth Progenitor saw that, his shock almost surpassed his rage. Even so, it only lasted a moment before his mind screamed with overwhelming danger.

Pzzt!

Vaan sent a wisp of nothingness toward the Eighth Progenitor's soul. In the same instant, the Eighth Progenitor transformed into a group of shadow bats to escape his clutches.

'Noo—!'

The Eighth Progenitor mentally screamed as the overwhelming sense of annihilation reached his divine soul.

In that same instant, the Eighth Progenitor's gaze turned cruel and vicious. He decisively sliced off the disintegrating section of his divine soul to preserve the rest of it. Only then was he able to escape certain death.

However, cutting off a piece of his divine soul didn't come without consequences. It was equivalent to crippling his divinity and talent.

Unless he could fix his damaged divine soul, it would never progress and would even decline over time until death claimed him. He estimated that he only had five hundred years to repair it.

Fortunately, his divine soul had undergone soul quenching to become divine.

Otherwise, if it were any other life form underneath the divine rank, their soul would have dispersed the moment they sliced their soul. The difference was like popping an air balloon and cutting a jelly.

…

After the Eighth Progenitor re-materialized his true form a safe distance from Vaan, he stared at him with terror. His fear of death was greater than his anger. Thus, he no longer dared to attack Vaan rashly.

Unexpectedly, Divine Beings could also be killed so easily.

The Eighth Progenitor would have undoubtedly died if he had not been decisive or fast enough.

Meanwhile, Vaan sighed with slight regret for allowing the Eighth Progenitor to escape with his life. It was such a perfect chance to kill the latter—if he had not been wary of his surroundings.

He did not enter the [Celestial Dragonwolf Transformation] state for the Eighth Progenitor alone.

"Why don't you stop hiding and come out? Do you think I can't sense you if you lurk in the darkness?"

"Hahaha! Sure enough, you were aware of my presence! You must have transformed when you felt my killing intent! Furthermore, you certainly didn't leave any openings for me to exploit! How impressively sharp and quick-witted!"

Demetrius Diablo, the Fifth Progenitor, revealed himself after canceling his invisibility spell. He wore a big grin of confidence, but an even greater curiosity plagued his heart.

"You're the most impressive Peak Demigod I've met," Demetrius Diablo praised before suddenly pausing. "No… you've already surpassed that threshold. It's just a matter of time before you reach the Half-step Divine Rank."

"Still, I can't help but be curious. You see, I'm quite proud of my invisibility spell. So, it hurts my pride a little that it didn't work as intended. When exactly did you find out I was lurking nearby?" Demetrius Diablo asked.

"Right from the start, obviously," Vaan nonchalantly replied before smiling provocatively. "Why? Did you think you were truly out of sight? All I saw was a white worm sneaking his way over in plain sight, thinking no one could see him like the idiot he was."

The Fifth Progenitor's grin quickly vanished, replaced by gloomy, cold, killing intent.

"You are… courting death!"