Inside the Abyss, from a transparent coffin, a man slowly floated upward. He possessed a stunningly handsome face and wore a blood-red cloak as he floated there, looking toward Yang Tian and the others.
He was none other than the vampire ancestor, Count Dracula.
"I told you, waking him up would only make him an enemy of ours!"
Wu Yue said to Yang Tian in Huaxia.
"You guys step back first."
Yang Tian signaled Wu Yue, Ling Ying, and Wu Zetian to retreat, while he drew out the Holy Sword, his eyes filled with excitement.
For he felt a powerful aura emanating from Count Dracula.
This aura made his blood boil.
It was a terrifying aura, equivalent to eighty percent of Yang Tian's strength.
This vampire ancestor, who had lived for over five hundred years, although spending most of his time asleep, his cultivation had long surpassed all other vampires.
In front of him, whether a vampire princess or a vampire empress, they all seemed insignificant.
