Just when Cang Yan and Thunder and Lightning began to collide, a fierce battle on the other side of the city reached the final moment.

The battle between the Yellow Springs Commander - the Mountain King and the Piercing Duke - Dracula was the longest and most devastating battle of all the battlefields of the day.

The devastated ground was littered with puncture marks left by dissipated blood-colored spears, some buildings were unrecognizable as if they had been destroyed by a magnitude 10 earthquake, and some were simply shattered into grains of sand along with the ground. This battlefield of the two outbreaks has long lost sight of any of the city's original appearance.

Finally, the king of the mountain grasped a flaw, fought hard against the collision of many blood-colored spears, and grabbed Dracula's neck with his palm, which was already somewhat mutilated under the continuous bombardment, and smashed him to the ground.

"Old thing, it looks like you don't have enough physical strength!" The Mountain King gasped for breath, and his exhaustion could be heard in his voice, "I have to admit that this is a hearty enough battle, enjoyable!" ”

Unlike other dead people, the belligerent of the dead is generally motivated by a bloodthirsty desire to kill, but the Mountain King is much more pure, he simply wants to fight, he wants a battle that can be reckless, make the blood boil, and make every cell in his body burn.

The King of the Mountains didn't care what happened to him when he was a human being, so he had an almost perverted yearning for battle, he just looked forward to the duel with the strong as always, from beginning to end, and even the order of the night sky could be put on hold for the battle he was looking forward to. This battle with Dracula gave him a brief period of satisfaction.

Dracula's pale hand grabbed the Mountain King's arm, and the Mountain King's hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up, and in front of the mountain king's burly humanoid monster, even the tall Dracula looked a little thin.

"Dracula, as he said, you are a formidable foe," the Mountain King stared into those blood-red eyes, "but I can sense that you are not a worthy warrior, that you will not enjoy the battle, and that you are anxious to get out of the battlefield before you even have time to decide the winner." ”

"......" Dracula didn't say a word, her eyes flashing with anger.

"That's why you failed - Dracula, you don't know how to fight at all." The King of the Mountains proudly announced in the tone of a victor, and the strength in his hand increased by one point, as if he was ready to screw off the enemy's head so alive.

"Heh......" Dracula let out an almost indiscretable laugh, and the king of the mountain suddenly found that his hand holding Dracula's neck was out of strength at this moment, and it seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not the fragile neck of the human body, but an iron pillar!

"If that's how you feel...... Then I'll tell you too," Dracula laughed very sarcastically, obviously he was still choked by the neck and his body hung in the air, but the position of victory and defeat between the two seemed to be reversed, and the person who had the absolute upper hand changed hands in an instant, "The reason for your failure is that you don't understand your father at all." ”

The Mountain King felt that the arm that was holding Dracula had completely lost control, and the sharp stinging pain spread throughout his body from the inside out along the flow of blood in his veins, as if there were countless needles growing wantonly in his veins.

What the hell is this...... What's going on?

The pain rippled through the King's body in a few breaths, and Dracula easily pulled away the King's fingers, spreading his bat-like wings and levitating in front of the foe who stood unsteadily and fell to his knees.

The Mountain King let out a beast-like roar, and actually tore his own skin with his bare hands—no matter what, he wanted to see what was raging inside him!

Then he saw the dense, chilling thing that was hidden in the veins and spreading.

It was a myriad of tiny blood spikes, and if anyone could look at them with a magnifying glass at this moment, they would see that they were exactly the same as Dracula's blood-colored spear.

Dracula no longer paid attention to the dying and struggling enemy, he had already won the war. If he continued to use steady tactics and continued to bombard with high-intensity blood-colored spears, the victory would also belong to him, and he would not even be injured, but in that case, time would not be wasted.

The general of Huangquan, the King of the Mountain, lost his combat capability.

Most of the day has been contained here by the King of the Mountain, and he has been completely disconnected from the battlefield, and there is that strange and familiar atmosphere, a familiar feeling that makes me tremble from head to toe at the thought of it......

"Elizabeth......" Dracula muttered to himself, unable to believe what he would do if Elizabeth had lost control like Isabella back then.

However, at this moment, the voice from behind made Dracula's blood freeze instantly-

"It turns out that you also care about your loved ones?"

The voice did not pause, and continued to repeat the question: "Do people like you care about your relatives?" You who claim to be righteous, the righteous partner I know, what will you choose this time? Between your so-called principles and your daughter, you will not make the same choice as you did back then. ”

Dracula's body stiffened, and some kind of memory that he thought had long been abandoned grew sharp claws in the darkest and most fragile places of his heart, scraping his heart little by little, making the whole memory bloody—"Isabella...... All this has nothing to do with Elizabeth her......"

Blood Sign, or Isabella Ampeseta approaching Dracula step by step, her figure was not as visually overwhelming as the Mountain King, but she just stood there and did nothing, and she burst out with a momentum that was several times stronger than that of the Mountain King.

"What's the matter, my face now...... Unrecognizable to you? Can't even call out a word of sister? Isabella pressed closer, and Dracula, who had not taken a step back in the previous battle, finally began to waver in her retreat, "You are surprised, your past...... No matter how crushed you are, it will still take root from under the stone, forcing you to remember...... That period of our past ......"

"You...... No, you're not my sister anymore, you're just a ...... A monster born from a bloody journey, the purpose of your existence is nothing but destruction! This world ...... Can't allow this to ......" Dracula raised his voice at first, but his voice was still a little weaker.

It didn't seem like he was confronting the blood signs, but more like convincing himself, convincing himself that the young frivolity in his heart that had been covered in bruises.

"Don't be funny, brother. I used to be the person who knew you best in the world," laughed Blood

, but there was no trace of happiness in the smile, "You don't even yourself-"

In the next moment, the blood sign was already standing behind Dracula.

Dracula was surprised at first, because he had not caught the movement of the blood sign at all; Then the pain came up, a hole was made in his chest, his consciousness was almost scattered, and his body knelt down uncontrollably, blood spurting out of his chest.

The whole process of the attack is imperceptible and impossible to dodge.

Blood Zheng easily carried the Mountain King, and although this burly deceased was dying, he forced his strong physique to leave a breath. Blood Zheng looked back at Dracula, who was lying on the ground and convulsed, and said coldly: "This time my mission has nothing to do with you. But next time, my brother, you have to be ready—after all, you've never won against me all along. ”

Dracula struggled to raise his head, his blurred vision as the blood sign faded away, he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

……

The pale blue flames and the brilliant golden thunder and lightning were like a herd of beasts rushing against each other, revealing their edges and colliding with each other, consuming each other's strength, resisting each other's edges, and constantly inspiring explosion-like shock waves.

In the afterglow of the explosion, two humanoid monsters fight each other. The fist slammed into the air, and the claws cut long streaks of blood through the air.

Xiao Yao dodged a deadly attack with some embarrassment, his wings folded in front of him, acting as a shield, unloading most of the enemy's strength.

- Is it so...... No way! Even if Lin has gone through many tough battles and consumed most of his physical strength, even if he is much stronger than before, he still can't! I am still crushed, but the disadvantage is not obvious!

Xiao Yao grabbed a gap and cut into Lin's flank with one claw, scratching a certain organ; But Lin's response changed quickly, and he controlled Xiao Yao's arm, and the leg with his knee folded back burst out with a powerful force and kicked Xiao Yao's abdomen like a kangaroo, kicking Xiao Yao away while pulling Xiao Yao's arm out of his body.

The sharp pain from the abdomen distorted his vision a little, and Xiao Yao vaguely felt that the organs were a little misaligned, this is not the most critical, the arm that is dislocated to the point of not obeying the call at all is the most troublesome! In such a hand-to-hand battle, losing control of an arm is equivalent to sealing off a small half of the attack path!

Xiao Yao saw with her peripheral vision that Yiyi had arrived at the place she requested, and the little girl had already sat down cross-legged. Although it is still impossible to know what the mysterious "anchor" is, Yiyi has just made it clear that the "anchor" has returned to the other side for some reason - that is, Yiyi has begun to compete with the night sky in a dimension that ordinary people cannot perceive, whether she can push the other side away, and whether she can save the city here.

Now that you see hope, what you have to do is very simple - defeat Lin at all costs!

The pain drained from his body, the dislocated arm was automatically reconnected, and all his physical state returned to the same state as it was a few minutes ago.

Yes, he is far inferior to that monster in the collision of frontal forces, but he also has another basic ability of the law - reality reset! Using only your own body for a reality reset heals almost all the wounds. This is Xiao Yao's last hole card.

"Come on! Lin! Let's do the next round! ”