Bubbling sound.
On the collapsed island, a black glow shot up to a height nearly equal to that of Wu Xian.
Upon closer inspection, it actually wasn't a black glow, but rather a large gathering of black bats.
Soon, the bats gradually disappeared, replaced by Dracula's human bat form.
"Visitors from another world..."
Dracula's bat wings behind him slowly flapped, and he narrowed his eyes at Wu Xian, revealing a hint of apprehension, before saying in a low voice.
"I must say, your strength far exceeds my expectations. I'm no match for you, but you can't kill me either... If we are to resolve this, I'll forgive you for interfering with my plans, and you won't bother me anymore. What do you think?"
"Reconciliation? Hah! At this point, are you jesting?"
Wu Xian snickered, then his figure flashed, appearing behind Dracula like teleportation. He then ruthlessly injected the werewolf virus into his neck.
However, Dracula seemed to have anticipated this, and after Wu Xian injected the virus, his double wings behind him suddenly turned into countless black bats that enveloped him. In mid-air, they condensed into a black ball, from which metal friction and collision sounds were constantly emanating.
Zzzzzip!!!
Two red light columns pierce through the black ball, wildly sweeping, and in just a short while, they scorched countless bats into ashes. Wu Xian's figure reappeared, and he was now wearing the black god suit.
He looked at the unchanged bat-shaped human in front of him, and his heart sank at once.
"You're probably wondering why the werewolf virus hasn't taken effect."
The bat-human smiled widely, looking extremely pleased. Just as he was about to open his mouth, a black metal boot kicked him directly on his face, smashing him like a watermelon into a sea of blood.
"Shut up!"
With the words spoken, Wu Xian transformed into a flashing black light, moving around Dracula's headless body, and within an incredibly short time, performed a comprehensive dissection on it.
Tearing off the wings, cutting off the limbs, peeling off the skin and bones, removing the heart and lungs, grinding to dust...
Following that, it was roaring fire, biting frost, cutting gale winds, heavy earth, and various spoken spells based on spiritual elements.
There was also the metal storm of telekinetic weapons, the fierce bombing of the five thunder talismans, the soul extraction with binding and summoning spirits, the dual transformation of soul and flesh with two complete hands, and finally even a stroll in the deep space universe...
Ten minutes later, Wu Xian finally stopped his one-sided abuse. Looking at the rapidly moving mass of meat in the dark universe, he couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.
Just now, he had used almost all of his means. Even when he turned him into molecular state, the other could restore as usual, just as if death didn't exist at all. It was simply unbelievable.
This is impossible!
Almost at once, Wu Xian overturned this idea.
In a flash, Wu Xian dismissed this thought. A mere vampire? How could it be impossible to kill? After all, in the movie, Van Helsing succeeded in eliminating it. It couldn't possibly be that Dracula is faking death... Wait, there might actually be a chance!
Thinking about how Hollywood movies always like to end with a thrilling plot full of surprises, in order to make money for shooting the sequel, Wu Xian felt a sharp pain in his balls and backside, and muttered that it's no wonder why the original movie bombed so badly. This is exactly why.
Thinking whether he should throw Dracula into the sun to try, the voice of Chan Lan kept on ringing in Wu Xian's mind:
"Wu Xian... here... an unexpected... Dracula is not... Yan Hong she..."
The voice here ended, and there was no response no matter how much Wu Xian called out.
What's going on? I thought Dracula was right here with me. And why mention Zhao Yingkong? What's her relation to it?
Wu Xian was completely puzzled, not understanding what Chan Lan meant. He tried to contact others through Friday or open the surveillance feed, but both attempts failed.
Friday explained that there was a strong electromagnetic storm in the area where the Zhing Zhou team was located, which seriously disrupted signals. Moreover, since it was separated by the vastness of space, communication could not be effectively carried out.
At this thought, Wu Xian suddenly noticed that the mass of moving meat in front of him had stopped for some time, no longer healing and regenerating like before, as if it had really died.
"What on earth is happening?"
...
Time went back twenty minutes to when Wu Xian flung Dracula out of the Blood Castle, taking him along on his journey through the snowy mountain range of Transylvania.
At the same time, the members of the Zhongzhou team were still inside the Blood Castle, looking at the large hole hammered by Wu Xian above them, their expressions a bit bewildered, not knowing what to do next.
"Wu Xian has already engaged in battle with Dracula."
Chu Xuan's voice suddenly rang out: "With his strength, it's not hard to defeat Dracula. However, killing him may not be easy. To be on the safe side, we should blow up this Blood Castle and eliminate the possibility of Dracula's descendants reviving."
"Great idea!"
Van Helsing brightened up and couldn't help but give a thumb up to Chu Xuan for giving him a thumbs up.
Taking advantage of you while you are sick, regardless of what the Undead Army is, as long as your nest is blown up before you wake up, no matter how powerful it is, it's useless.
The members of the Zhongzhou team also found it very reasonable. Subsequently, the senior members all took out a large amount of explosives and miniature nuclear bombs of varying yields from their storage items.
Especially Chu Xuan, just his own reserves were enough to match the total of everyone on the spot.
And from the way he kept reaching out for more, it seemed he still had a substantial stock left, which made everyone present feel embarrassed.
Just as Chu Xuan was about to bring out a puppet army to install bombs in various parts of the castle, the hole above suddenly came from the sound of bird wings flapping.
Looking up, the group saw a large group of black bats descending from the sky. They circled in mid-air for a round, then gathered together to transform into a middle-aged man dressed in an elegant suit — Dracula, who should have been fighting Wu Xian.
Seeing this, the others were shocked, not understanding why Dracula would appear here, while their invincible team leader was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that...
"Wu Xian is fine; he's still in battle."
Suddenly, Jian Lan opened her mouth and looked at Dracula with a slightly serious expression.
"If I'm not mistaken, this guy should be some kind of clone or replica."
Due to the surrounding environment, Friday could not communicate over long distances once he entered the snowy mountain range. The psychic link was also hindered by the dark elemental forces, and contact could not be established once the distance was too great.
But remember, Jian Lan and Wu Xian have a deep understanding of each other. They have placed measures to ensure each other's safety on their bodies.
Moreover, Jian Lan had just used psychic scans, vaguely feeling that this Dracula was unusual, which led her to make the guess that he might be a clone.
"Haha!"
Dracula smiled as he glanced at Jian Lan, then scanned the crowd, finally resting his gaze on Van Helsing. His lips curved slightly.
"Van Helsing, long time no see. I knew sooner or later you would come looking for me."
"You... know me?"
Van Helsing was somewhat surprised. He couldn't remember ever meeting this vampire king before... Wait, could it be something from before his memory loss?
"Haha! You have indeed forgotten everything!"
Dracula revealed a faintly meaningful smile.
"Certainly, at that time, you were not known as Van Helsing. Perhaps I should call you by another name."
"Gabriel!"
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